Where are the lines the phrases the jagged stanzas that succinctly capture the entirety of an emotion in a way that prose cannot quite do? Where is the figurative language I demand of my students? the metaphors that smash ideas together in choreographed dances? the worlds built out of personified, hyperbolic static objects? I have spent my day searching for the poetry Naomi Shihab Nye promised was hiding I checked my shoes and even the eyes of the crows outside my window (the skunks were sleeping, apparently) and--I swear-- I am living in such a way that will let them find me or am I supposed to find them? I listened to the wisdom of Joseph Campbell reimagined through disciples who encourage me "follow my bliss" but never tell me how I allow the lyrics of Joni and Graham and Jerry and Bruce to float around my soul because my head is still full of Joe and then I stop my searching and realize I've been teaching it all wrong... the poem doesn't capture the emotion; the poem sets it free.