Chrysogonus #25 - summer break

summer break

the buses are departing

bearing away anxiety and anticipation

wherever next those bodies go

bodies stiff beside so many colours of suitcase

minds already home

to the taste of home-cooked dinners

childhood smells

the bus wheels rolling

another semester away

into mere memory

memory exchanged for

two months of sleep

and mornings with no alarm

and I, condemned to stay, see these things

in the clear light from my office window

see the keyboard waiting to be touched