1st day of semester with a knee recon, friends you haven't seen for months, and stairs everywhere you look. memories and loneliness beckoned


Bubble-Wrapped


ďMud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of heartsĒ- Honore de Balzac

Looking out the window
As surroundings whizz further
Behind, as though Iím moving forward.

Inside our hub of seats and sound
Questions are asked, inquiring politely
Each forcing thoughts to progress conversation

Seat change
I offer to go beyond my limits
Disappear into the back, cramped

New conversation, free-flowing
Silence isnít a feature now
Drops of water emerge from my black rims

We pass by buildings
filled to the brim with repressed memories
No longer able to be silenced

Waves of emotion engulf me
All you can think of, swirling,
Tossing me about on windy seas

Intuition tells me this is only the beginning.

Parking, walking,
Traipsing over old ground
Itís been such a long time.

Embracing souls lost in the break
A sea fills the foyer
Reaquaintance of attachment.

We descend stairs to the hidden room
Listen as instructions pass through
And work looms in copious quantities

I push through my pain barrier
My green eyes flash
I bite back words, tears, fears

With the weight of books
And a heavy heart I endure
Til once more I disappear to the rear

In motion once more
Traffic near- misses on the way
Front buzzing, back silent

My mind fills with a million thoughts
That now converge to a single beam of light.
How can I be stationary with all others moving?

Detach, suspend in periphery
The ropes are so much looser
I wave as the vehicle turns for home




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-26 at 04:21

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