Let me into those well-worn corridors
Let me tread without a thread out of place
Like a matador before the stampede.
Let me take the stairs again, take them in;
banistered escalators, spirals of the hive-
Let me into those well-worn corridors.
Let me get the measure of my classrooms-
Take in family portraits on the walls
Like a matador before the stampede.
I had less to prove than I thought I had
To claim my neglected inheritance;
Let me into those well-worn corridors.
I will take stock and dust off ornaments
See my name engraved where I hang my hat
Like a matador before the stampede.
Let me savour this moment in silence
Before the classroom corals are bursting.
Let me into those well-worn corridors
Like a matador before the stampede.