Importance of Imagination

San Francisco Fog

From the Second Verse collection:

I worked as a temp in a building that overlooked Alcatraz Island in one direction and, in the other, a tall building with the name Empress of China on the rooftop in the financial district of San Francisco. I wrote this poem at the end of my work with the financial firm about my temporary hold on the view.

It turns out this rooftop garden restaurant also had a temporary view of the view of the scene.  It closed in 2014 but re-opened as Empress by Boon in 2021.

 

 

San Francisco Fog

 

 

She came today,

wrapping herself around

the Empress of China,

walling from view Coit Tower

and Alcatraz.

She wove her threads about the

hooded sisters who grace

the Kearny Street Building

like a halo,

pressing the black and shiny panes

with the weight of her airy sadness.

This fog, this San Francisco fog.

 

 

 

 

 

The noonday sun

burns through her hold of land.

The bay, more volatile

allows her still a place.

At two, that blue and moody face,

it too, comes free, azure

once more against

the steepled church façade.

A red boat pushes

toward the open waterway,

there between the twin cathedral peaks

like Charon’s sacred passage home.

We watch this view.

This view too brief to hold.

 

Happy Birthday, Mom.

My mother’s world was her garden.
Hybrid eggplants, tomatoes—Better Girls and June Pinks.
Bermuda onions, Whopper sweet peppers, Monkey Begonias, Ginger and Day Lilies. A hand-carried Bolivian climbing vine, Here-Today-and-Gone-Tomorrow,
reaching far into the recesses of her thoughts.

In her old age
my mother plants trees in her mind
Sycamore, Mesquites, and Catalpas. She collects seeds to plant.
You could plant this seed, you know, she says, stooping down to pick up
the Huisache pod from beside the road, her hand pressed hard on her cane
to pull her weight back up.
In her childlike world
she plants this seed . . . fanciful words blow it. Rays of sunlight strengthen it.
Furrows of my tears bless it . . . here in my mind.
From her garden porch in spring,
a robin wings this seed to land.
From Song of the Suburbs, soon to be published.

Developing Character . . .

The following is the abstract from a National Bureau of Economic Research (NBER) working paper, Number 20749 (December 2014). It is entitled, Fostering and Measuring Skills: Improving Cognitive and Non-Cognitive Skills to Promote Lifetime Success.  The authors include Tim Kautz, James J. Heckman, Ron Diris, Bas ter Weel, and Lex Borghans.
Character is shaped by families, schools, and social environments. Skill development is a dynamic process in which the early years lay the foundation for successful investment in later years. High-quality early childhood and elementary school programs improve character skills in a lasting and cost-effective way.  Many of them beneficially affect later-life outcomes without improving cognition.

There are fewer long-term evaluations of adolescent interventions, but workplace-based programs that teach character skills are promising.
The common feature of successful interventions across all stages of the life cycle through adulthood is that they promote attachment and provide a secure base for exploration and learning for the child. Successful interventions emulate the mentoring environments offered by successful families.

There is so much to these statements. I’ve divided the abstract from the NBER article into chunks so that I can digest what is being said as a child, a parent, an educator of adolescents, and a citizen of the United States and the World.

For this blog posting, I will consider these statements as the child of two parents who grew up on working farms in families where education was an expected standard and norm.
Character is undoubtedly developed when a child respects the life cycle of plants and animals.

My first childhood memories are from my grandparents’ farm, which we visited every summer. More importantly, though, we lived in France as I entered school for the first time. My mother organized visits to art museums, cathedrals, chateaus, and castles, where we drank in the history of Europe and Western traditions. My father organized visits to cemeteries and battlefields of World Wars I and II. The balance between these two perspectives was my first character education class.

Today would be my mother’s birthday.  I have chosen this day to inaugurate this blog post about the importance of imagination.  As an educator of immigrants and reluctant adolescents, I have tried to use the base my parents instilled in me — as an educator in my classes.  The last quote above is especially relevant:

“Successful interventions emulate the mentoring environments offered by successful families.”

This is the taste of heaven I try to create for my students, who sometimes struggle to embrace the challenges a new life or a new ecology presents.