Pedagogy   He roused me from my morning dreams, sang Rise and shine, ye fishermen, it’s getting late. With that he flipped the light on, hurt my eyes,   told me to get moving. The moon was low when we got to the boat before sunrise. He didn’t explain, didn’t try to show   me much, just made me get in, made me bait the hook, cast out the line. I didn’t know that learning to kill meant learning to wait.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont January 2021