I’m stretching my 110 percent
With broken parts and missing pieces.
But it’s okay, I play on repeat.
The lazy day is gonna come later,
Where luxuries like sleep can be embraced.
That doesn’t mean I can’t relish the moment’s reprieve,
Feel the sunlight on my skin with distant friends conjoined
And realize collective things aren’t that bad.
It lets me climb the jagged obligation summit with a smile,
If not just for a moment before my cracks begin facing strain again.
This is the season of good surprises.
Serendipity befalls missed expectations,
And the Hazy picture in front of you gets colored in birdsong and granite steps,
The kind that made you love Amherst all the while ago.
There’s an hour left before the drums recommence,
But the summit has a hell of a glow on the ascent.
Some day soon I’ll sit atop this apex,
And I’ll drink my Jasmine
And write my glee
As nature’s love unravels before me.