walking through an old campus
mostly unfamiliar
but holding one or two memories
in the falling darkness
among the 70’s-era buildings
the people look the same
pretty young things
clinging to the unspoken
rules of fashion
and the nerds
with their middle-aged
dress sense
making their way
somewhere
out of here.
a decade ago
i worked somewhere
just like this
when the future was a
highly unknown
quantity for me
it tore at me frequently
and i felt like
i was one of the walking wounded
i didn’t know then
that you’re not supposed
to know your place
in this world
secrets aren’t revealed
just like that
but i made it here
from there
and most days
it’s almost enough.