Walking through campus
Communing with memories
Like overhearing intimate conversations.
Much easier
Than the attention
The present demands.
Lulled into a
Soft timelenssness
Blessed as much
By what I can’t remember
As what I can.
The buildings
And landscape
Have a commonplace holiness about them
Memory’s physical evidence.
The existence of all feeling
Evidently lives on.
Each student
Embodying various emotions
Versions of which
Have all been felt before.
And will be felt again.
Not a tired emulation
But an endless springing
Emotions embodied
Over and over
Alchemized in new
And beautiful combinations.
Every emotional state
I’ve lived here
Lives on here.
The overwhelming stress
Flattening self-consciousness
Awkward nervousness
Grim satisfaction
End-of-semester catharsis
And more.
It’s all still here.
Which is comforting
In a way difficult to explain.
The wheels of emotion
May turn us
And weary us
But we can’t weary it.
And the world
Never wearies of it
Or us.
Isn’t this some form of immortality?
