I wonder if time will stop
In that brief moment
When my cap
is suspended in the air
Floating higher
Lifted by the wind
Reaching out to
The sky
I wonder what
Memories will flash
Through my mind
In that instant:
Of joy? Of
Nostalgia? Of
Camaraderie?
Will I think back
To those long, tiresome
Nights illuminated by
The low glow of a
Computer screen
Or fragmented
Flashbacks of the
dim, trancelike haze
of stupor filled with unabashed
Laughter and dancing
Under the welcoming
anonymity of darkness.
Will I recount
All the “lasts”
I never realized had
Already passed.
The last time dreading
My alarm, then rushing
Out the door only to
Be inevitably late,
The last glance up at
The clock as the
Final bell drew near,
The last bus ride
After a rare victory
With booming bass
And loud cheers
Rattling the seats,
And the last of the
Silent ones, too,
Where the same
Seats rocked us
To weary sleep.
Will my eyes well and
Blur as they always tend
To do upon the realization
That the final act is too soon…
I don’t know what I’ll think
When the final page
Of this chapter is upon me
I’m unsure of what I’ll feel
As my cap ascends
Over the crowd filled
With my peers.
Perhaps my eyes will
Blur one final time,
Maybe I’ll feel relieved,
And happy,
And sad,
And grateful.
All I know is
I don’t think I would mind
If my cap didn’t float back down.
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