A poem as I process the first week of school. Not entirely unrelated to my current article series.
I’m curious if you’ll understand what I’m talking about. If you think you do, or if you’re utterly lost - comment and let me know!
School Visions
Click, clang of a dark green locker (At least I think that’s the sound) Yanking up a shoulder strap, “My backpack’s so heavy.” A white milk crate in the back room Books piled on a shelf Math book on the bed A bell rings through the halls Papers rustle, chairs scrape, voices rise (at least in the movies I’ve seen) Moving in line, glancing around, sliding a black tray (wait, I don’t know - do you have a tray?) Siblings around a worn wooden table, Playing with yogurt, waiting for the microwave. A hand grasps the metal bar, a foot lifts, a face brightens at the little sister squealing her name, backpack slides down, body sinks into a hard seat. (That’s right, isn’t it?) Dropping a notebook out of the tree, leaning back, yelling. “Guys, I’m done! Wanna play orphanage?” I wonder, How different will your memories be?