We remember as adolescents tripping down those cliffs that we call stairs
Falling endlessly to the depths of the next stair
And the next
And the next
Our frightening destiny in the hands of gravitational force
We live in a world full of people trying hard not to blink
Hoping our eyes will be open when luck crosses the road
No regrets, no frets
A small flash of a flicker in a flickering lightbulb
Searching our souls for strings and meticulous poetic verse-things
The crowds, the multitudes, young and old all flocking to the carnival
They are the air that we breathe, frantic and difficult to read
They’ve got deadlines on their minds, but
They’re young enough to just waste time
A meeting with the boss at noon
Wondering whether today they’ll fry or fillet
Throwing sticks and stones that break our bones
And speaking words that ruin our friendships, reputations, and self esteem
Déjà vu, I’ve been here before
Artist: Kate Munson School: North Allegheny |
Notes: We'll pretend that this makes sense. |