2 May 2009
A carnival comes to campus
with colorful tents, children's rides,
plastic palms and balloons
on the verge of graduation:
the celebratory end of repetition
and beginning of repetition.
Repetition trails behind
every corner, every hello,
This is your last chance
to run into the woods and be alone,
the sound of birds and branches scratching
and the crackling of branches and leaves underfoot.
Being here in broken sunlight through branches,
contemplating the broken nights and days
from your beginning to your not-anticipated,
but never forgotten end. Being here
off the path, trudging uphill to the sunlight
unbroken, the clearing that transcends
the reach of trees, people and panic.
And when you reach the top, the clearing,
and lay down in the grass, gazing up,
you see the clouds passing, transforming,
and exhale, smiling at just being here
until you feel the sudden irritation
of something creepy crawling up your leg.
© 2009, Satya J. Gabriel