I sat and stared at the picture
projected onto the wall.
Two brothers stood- one arm wrapped
around their father, one wrapped
around their diplomas. The sun formed
lines of light across their faces
as they smiled, exposing the white
of their teeth. You never realize
in the moment that you are already
becoming part of the past.
The first hints of spring are here.
I have already begun to experience
the things a new group experiences
each year for the first and last time.
The world will soon begin
to tell us we do not belong here.
The feeling that something waits
for us somewhere out there will pull
us from the comfort of the shade.
I will look in the mirror and ask,
"Is my reality the sum of my intentions?"
I will realize too late that time,
whether you ask it to or not,
will catch up with you eventually.
