I'm looking forward to it. New classes, a focus on literature and writing, it's going to be a blast. The only problem is where to go and how to get there.
Lots of ups and downs about where I want to go, why I want to go there, how I know I want to go there, and whether I'll be content with making the decision to go there on that basis. I wrote a poem earlier in the year about this indecision, this contstant movement toward an unknown end. I'm sure there's some other seniors out there--here's what I'm feeling.
The sun sets, the wind walks, to your left a rabbit scurries
through thick twelve inch grass; dusk breathes on the earth,
and clouds billow and brush past stars that—though seemingly motionless—
pulse with purposeful passion.
And you sit still, not at a crossroads but a field—beautiful and windswept
like the girl you love crossing smooth legs at your hip, like her hair which dances
as she once did, a hummingbird or an otter in a shallow brook; she whispers wisdom,
but you don’t hear over the perpetual motion of the field—not now, not yet.
No, you listen to the sun—that burning, fiery star
tugging at your empty chest, pulling you toward its purifying kiln;
you can’t hear the soft vibration of her lips because right now, you wish
the sun would just this once stand still for you.
You dream—if only for a second, only for a moment,
that racing star might wait for you.
Any seniors our there? Where are you headed next year? Any college kids or out of college kids? What helped you decide? Let's chat.
Strength and Courage,