POETRY: "Upon Finding my 6th Grade Agenda" by George Abraham

Upon Finding my 6th Grade Agenda

By George Abraham

 

I remember it clear as crystal;
the unfamiliar halls beckoning for exploration;
the trite optimism of pre-teen youth;
the air of mystery over what the future will hold;
the reckless naivety of a brain lacking plasticity;
the natural awkwardness accompanied by this
transition.

For, that’s all life is, right?
A string of transitions
whether it’s day to night,
or Sunday to Monday,
or this week to that week,
or July to August,
or 2006 to 2007,
or 20th to 21st century,
or childhood to adult,
or adult to beyond.

But I live for now,
and if there’s one thing that’s certain,
it’s that everything is uncertain.
6 years have passed, and
I gaze at this tattered, worn book-
the very symbol of transition-
upon the brink of another transition
only to realize that my crystal-clear memory
occurred just yesterday,
for it is still crystal-clear to me.

It’s the truth I haven’t come to face:
that time flows in rogue waves-

subtlety. subtlety.
calm.
allured.

break.

Copyright 2012|George Abraham