My plan was simple.
Another year of school would save me.
Of course it would.
The hunt for a job could be held at bay
– tenuously – for another year, at least.
No interview suits to buy and iron,
no resume sparkling on thick, smooth paper.
After that it would all be easy
everything falling into place.
And so it went.
Books, papers, discussion and debate
inspiration – steps to help us save the world
were dangling precariously, tickling our fingertips.
But then, on a bright and warm summer day
it all came crashing down. With hat and paper in hand
“do good things,” they said, and pushed me out the door.
The sky opened wide, and sparkled clear.
Birds were singing, there was a band, I think...
But I, like a dog sensing eminent danger
stiffened and looked back,
claw marks digging deep
into a shiny, polished floor.
