well, at first it slipped and slid way up the junior year slope,
took some tumbles, twists, and turns of a senior,
got stowed away in my suitcases,
all packed up for college,
tucked away soundly in between cotton,
pink, gray, yellow, blue, fabric far from new,
stuffed in the trunk along with my guitar and other junk,
propelled forward with the air from thin, pursed lips,
set free into the air, wings flapping inside a chilly dorm room,
bouncing off walls of a mind aspiring to be a mind,
stuck in the sometimes scalding, sometimes soothing showers,
lazing in the dining hall, its fork dripping from its bottom lip,
and now
at a standstill
safe along my mattress
so mom, when you ask how my 4.0 is coming
i'll tell you
"i'm not sure,
but i'm enjoying myself."
it's got to be up there somewhere, hasn't it?
just a quick cry and the ring of a dinner bell
it'll run through the forest,
up the back yard,
and scale the walls to the kitchen in no time.
