Hills of undergraduate memories
Reflecting on the end of freshman year in the middle of hope and despair
On the snowy hills of undergraduate memories
old loves of climbs and generational sharpness
come down sly and unseen
in our minds,
those that we used to dance with
but no more
we are becoming in each other's arms.
they remain just as we do,
to the sounds of the Beach Boys and the voids of Pink Floyd.
eclipsed by the world's end
on endless graduate nights of work
deeming to forget when the wall falls on you like a stone
when your mother looks on in despair
your home is
nothing
but chaos.
How can I forget myself in these moments of total abyss?
How can I forget myself when I eat less and work more,
when everything seems to be working out
when everything is collapsing on our heads at the same time.
Still, we find moments between frenzy in the pet names
we toss around
everything that we dreamt of
humbled by our own bodies.
still
Let’s steal away the cold
to the coastal cozy of California!
in your palpable and sweaty crowds, Montreal,
we're all going to grow up too fast.
On your streets and warmly lit curbs
we'll dance under the summer heat
and press ourselves against a melodic haze at the edge
the daylight extends into a city tropic at last
we shed our layers
sharing indulging stories over cocktail breath
remembering the bright beaches and friends
diving into the semester’s end
like our harmonizing bodies in water
warm waves of blue and joy traverse
birds call to one another
squirrels gather nuts on the roof
the tethers of our lives
the little neighbouring cats we miss so
sworn in by my own lifetime
On the hills of a July night on the firm grip of your burly arms and surly songs
on the crest of my young adulthood
I will forget all
about those I regret
in my little haven I’ll reel it back
into the rippling waves
We are so weary when it all washes away
let’s share the wave with the roaring, yet gentle sea turtle of our
mad
mad
world.
