Poetry Porch: Poetry


By Robert K. Johnson

Standing on the campus quad
a dozen freshmen, free
from their day’s last class meeting,
banter so loud and fast

they don’t see, hovering
above them like bright balloons,
all their possible options—

what they can major in,
which classmates they can date,
what careers they can pursue—

options so plentiful
they bump into each other
until, come tomorrow,
they begin to float away.

Copyright © 2015 by Robert K. Johnson.