It is,

finality, finale, done,

once again, this design,

the cycle of purpose,

the rite of passage,

that notion of forever,

suddenly swept away,

in the throes of exhilarating

release …

Well for some the time has arrived,

when new adventures become responsible direction.

or there is always the opportunity to seek misguided futures.

Perhaps a summer trip abroad,

or a week of close study on learning the trade,

Vacant lockers, empty hallways, only …

the voices we heard the day before remain,

memories we visualize and wonder,

faces begin to blend – one surreal rush of time,

each individual need suddenly lost in time,

we remain hopeful their travels will be fortunate,

while we wait for a few, there’s always a few,

when the gates unlock in the fall.

Happy summer graduates!

Summer energy to be fair.