Brashly
Annoyingly
So unwanted, but
It is time.
So you turn the thing off
And finish up. Grab your coat
Your shoes
Now where’s the key to lock up?
Your things
Your money, just in case,
And what books do I need?
As is always the state.
A glance at the clock.
It’s still time.
And just as you leave,
your friend says,
“One moment please!”
Do you have a pencil?
Some candy?
A chat?
And Friday!
Oh yes!
How was that?
A glance. An answer, a grin.
It’s still time.
And then you remember
After they’ve left
Oh where did I put it!
I must find it at best!
But it’s due today!
Oh damn! It shouldn’t.
Then your glimpse spies the mirror
Pries a quizzical gaze
Oh! What will they think of me?
Do I look ok?
A glance. An answer, a grin. A find. Reassured.
It’s still time.
And as you dash for the door,
you MUST trip on that box!
You know, the one your great aunt sent you?
Oh door! Please lock!
A glance. An answer, a grin. A find. Reassured. A win.
It’s still time.
And as you trudge over forwards,
Your things hunched on your burdened back,
Like your grandmother in lots of wind,
You again begin
To walk.
And they know
by your gaze,
your quick, determined stride
That no one can stop you
Because you must arrive.
And after you’ve puffed
All that way,
Because it is
And never fast enough on any day,
You fling open the doors
And tiptoe to your seat
And listen to the world
Eight hours deep.
And not much happened
before that time,
except the future, which is open wide,
And this you tell
to the ear of your friend,
as you snicker and yawn
and wait till the end.
Just a walk to class
And that was all;
Just a piece of your time.
Not important at all.
A glance. An answer, a grin. A find. Reassured. A win. A burdened back. A stride. A seat.
And a walk to class, because
It was time.
Copyright 2007 of Jessica Anne McLean. All rights reserved. File Sharing is Encouraged.
Inspired by Valerie Prescott, who passed by my door as she walked to class.
The Rose 
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