Do you recall,
big brother standing over you,
saying the words you listen to today.
‘If I could do it all over again’
Freshman year, starting high school.
All the fanfare of the big house,
pick your own schedule,
no more lines to Algebra class,
standing quiet in the hall,
while Jeff McCutcheon strolled by with Civics
reading ‘Crime and Punishment’
with a smirk on his face,
only to impress the her,
he would pass in single file.
Way back when we were on our own,
find the classroom,
begin that initial posture,
set the tone
learn no names,
find friends who will be …
letting go of old classmates
by virtue of spacial proximity.
Recall the struggle when no one
waltzed in to hold your hand,
how distant the world felt,
when Economics kicked your ass
a year later … new adjustments.
hanging out together,
in eyes, jeans, sweaters, hair styles.
Perhaps trying to find the right look.
Junior year and she really did,
Sadie Hawkins danced and made everything alright,
at least for the rest of that year,
until she left for him,
sort of an overnight express.
Now we stand in a new line,
a different sort of pomp because
this is about you today.
The end of this chapter,
allows a new sojourn to move forward.
‘Earned it brother’ he said on the telephone.
When are you coming home man
your usual response in a miles away
sadly ironic tone …
Boot camp for him.
The sunlight streaking,
stars aligned tonight,
any possibility for you …