experiential learning

after the stoicism class,
realising i’d lost my wallet
the day turned frizzy
anyway, walloped
me with worry despite my will.
shortly after, i sneezed through
the mandatory meditation,
or else strayed indulging
in the light honeying the trees outside.
not for want of trying
these things slip by me,
only it’s tough having a mind
like a dribbled basketball
which is now griming up
from the puddles in the court
where the rain has stopped
and the guys are moving again

_{Soh Yong Xiang is an undergraduate. He likes napping, watching movies with his mother, and drinking red bean soup.}