emails churning like the leaves readying to take flight to the earth
the energy of campus culture, hot as an autumn campfire
the non-verbals, observation, inquiry, senses dancing
the freshmen assessing identity in a culture that is as abrupt as the first frost
while the seasoned reflect on the past and value the present moment, knowing it is fleeting.
make this your home
anticipate the crunch of the leaves that will fall soon enough
pick up that mirror
dig deep into that onion
this academic journey is not a race
it is life
and school has just begun.
Authors’ note: This poem was written in less than 10 minutes using a fabulous technique taught to me by the magical Will McInerney and Kane Smego of Crossing Cultures through Verse. I thank them from the bottom of my heart …the same one which terribly misses being on a college campus this time of year!