as i walk this campus,
my intermittent home for half a decade,
i feel choked with nostalgia,
a sort of sadness for those days I’ll never fully revisit.
and just then, in a flash of pink streamers,
a young girl on a bicycle
nearly the same as my daughter’s
snaps me back to my present life
and i long to be with her.
this layering of longing
like looking through lake water
sometimes leads me to wonder
how anything happens in the now.