Cambridge

in the commons, our spirits fly
against the wind,
beating our skulls into the ground,
along with our dreams;

in the commons, we soar like
wounded eagles whose
last battle was fought with two
intellectual goblins in thought;

in the commons, we merge, match, and blend
establishing countenances with
commoners who drift
in and out from time to time;

in the commons, we circulate and meditate
and ponder the fates of those not here,
wondering in a bold but ever so quiet way
why they were not here today.

30Sept14