And suddenly: a poem. Wait, what?

Yep, that’s right: a poem.

But before that, a little backstory.

Six years ago, I stood in the doorway to a class that would be the first one of my university career. Between stepping into that classroom and now, it feels like time has somehow blown by, and now I’m sitting in front of my computer, 25 lbs. heavier with the ability to grow a passable beard and mustache. I also have a degree stuffed inside my head alongside a mental list of groceries to get after coming home from work tomorrow.

Where was I? Right, university. I never considered the end of university, especially in my final two years there, which resulted in some of the most memorable moments that I can remember. That’s probably a tall statement coming from someone who only in the last two years has been able to grow facial hair. To that line of thinking, I can only shrug. Sorry, they’re memorable. What else can I say?

As graduation loomed, accompanied with it came the feeling of “Oh shiiii…the real world.”

The real world loomed, but we did cartwheels.

A few weeks ago, I went to the annual CCIT Gala, a yearly get together of CCIT students and faculty to celebrate the fact that yet another academic year is over. As I looked around the alumni table, I had a profound feeling of, “what the hell? We actually made it into the real world.” There were people who I’d sipped beers with in the pub, pulled all-nighters with in the library and made jokes with. With the feeling of nostalgia, you also sort of got the feeling that something had slipped away. You weren’t an invincible study-machine anymore. You were susceptible, open to the pitfalls of sleep deprivation and all the ills of the real world.

At this point, I had a passing thought that turned into a chain of words. I barely had time to scrawl this down on a napkin:

A pinch of loss: laugh it off.
Night unfolds into an ending dream,
but there’s no start and no finish.

A road is all that lay before us,
passing under our feet.
We missed each step because
our heads looked up and only up.

Commanders of the universe and
time, we called things into being.
We were flecks of sand being pushed
on a never-ending wind.

And for just a moment, we were gods.

Bam! A poem. I believe this is the first poem that’s been seen on BananaLoft. I hope, BananaLoft readers, that you don’t think too lowly of me after reading it. If anything, I hope you enjoyed it, but if not, that’s cool too. Until next time!

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