One evening on the jagged edge
we sit and talk.
“Times are changing,” I hear you say.
At 15, it is spring turning its back upon
you – friends in different rooms – doors
that don’t stop for you!
At 15, it is the first remembered
summer. A slew of phone calls from classmates,
hairstyles lasting as long as a week,
and a gangly frame that cannot find a chair
to fit in. There’s more – facebook chats
aren’t enough, restless ideas twitter like happy
brainless birds, and the earth spins
too slowly. Then there’s more… Oh!…more!
I see your bewildered
eyes and those surprised
circles your fingers trace furiously
in the air. “Yes,” I agree, “15 is the
first challenge in life.”
“But,” I attempt to assure you, “it passes.
Summer returns, every year,
and the earth adjusts its spin to keep
pace with your dreams.
The stars will chart your course
to a forgotten friend when facebook
fails, and one door will stay open
to lead you to fortune. Maybe even fame…
but that is never important!”
Evening slips into the warm quilt
of a cold night. Our voices grow
silent but the displaced air molecules
are reluctant to return
to their old places.
A door closes with a firm click.
Childhood locked away until
further notice. But summer will