Going On

The sound of the train horn scrambles

through a fog of new heads.

The prairie rings, but no one is at home.

And the res halls are full

of emptiness, though no one can quite

remember why.

So what do I say?

Remember.

Remember that when the wind

sojourns proudly to destinations unknown,

you are existing right with it,

through slow and changing currents,

never sure of where the river bends.

Time is taking its own sweet self,

and nothing is changing

so fast you’ll miss it. See,

It’s not an adventure, this life,

but it is certainly worth trying.

At least for a little while.