From the Stage of the Field to the Attic of the Stars
I look into the old crates of dust and aged cardboard
And a smile blossoms on my face
For I am witnessing the unveiling of a treasured moment
And I have become the child awaiting a yearly bestowment of affection.
For I knew of walking through the halls,
I knew of smiles, gestures and lackadaisical poses by the wall,
I knew of facts, theorems, postulates, concepts and archetypes,
I knew of the sweat of the brow and the thrill of the game,
I knew of the passions and dramatics of the adolescent mind
I knew of relationships, its complications and sweet pleasures
And, most importantly, I knew about God.
For the sun and the stars were witnesses to an event
When we were clothed as equals yet acknowledged for individual accomplishments.
Now, the skies above grace another isolated moment of the journey,
Offers a beautiful snippet of a melodic memory
And the caretaker of memorabilia is transformed in that instant to
The scholastic and young graduate that passed through the gateway
Who looked forward with open eyes
And looked back with an open smile.
Date of First Draft: 5 October 2000
Information: Dedicated to the Class of 2001, it was published in that year's edition of Scribe