tuesday, april 20

the end of another semester,
and along with new-mown grass and
the scent of flowering trees
there is panic in the air.

myself, i'm not too worried
although i know i ought to be
if not about one final set of
last minute papers and mangled deadlines
then about what i'm going to do with my life after this

there seems to be a universe of possibility
if i can muster the agency to grab some of it
and make it into a concrete shape

those of you who have some things figured out,
i'm taking suggestions
and job offers.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2004 / 4 / 20