As we emerge from the pit,
Covered in soot and scrapes, minds
Milled from exams and assignments,
We’re adorned by the softly lit
Skies of early summer. I find
Pairs with hands locked in engagement
Strolling the settled streets:
Motions of closures or new beginnings –
The most frightening form for me.
Solitary I remain, eager to put this feat
Behind me. My time is done, grinning
In certainty. Though freedom beckons gleefully,
Fear never fails to arrive, since
Completion empties more than fills –
And man too detests a void.
Turning to my plans to convince
Myself there’s a sure-way. Distil
Life from its diversions. But I can’t avoid
That now I’m extracted from the site,
Made to mine for my own gold
Whether the period served or not.
Oh, I recall, I recall the day (so warm and bright)
I first arrived on campus, with openness untold
And the tolerance that discipline forgot.
It feels just like yesterday.
Yet falling for memory’s old trick
Is no trope of mine: overworked and caged,
The light now is our due, I’d say.
Here, we can build our own bricks
And mortar, free from the staged
Assessments, able to succeed
And fail as we wish. Trials are truly ours.
Though some have partners to share the strain,
I’m untouched – willing to be the lone lead,
Undertaking the challenge within my power
To start all over again.