Change

Sitting in class, whisked away into memory.
Crisply folded jersey,
Sound system playing a pump-up mix,
Hype from the libero as the set comes—
SMASH! Plate tectonics separated
Pangea. Fluorescents reflect off my blank white page
Where my notes are supposed to be.
The professor drones on, but I drown him out
With screams of celebration.
The lights of the gym burn brightly,
Sneakers squeak and sweat drowns my skin,
Hip throbbing, lungs burning, the ball keeps going
And so do I, until it slaps the other team’s court.
Knowing we’re victorious, we tackle each other
As the student section chants our names.
I need a double-hit.
To rouse me from my fantasies,
To remind me that those are the good old days.
But it’s happening again. I’m living in moments
That will soon become memories
That will soon become the new good old days.
Blaring music in the car with friends,
Conversations until 3 am., bonds that I hope will never
Break, but if they do,
When we grow up, graduate,
What will happen then? Can I move on again?
Sifting through this in geology
Won’t help me ace my next test. I can’t break away
From the hazy comfort of the past because my world is crumbling
And rebuilding all at once. Converging, diverging,
And transforming into something new.
Change is the only thing that stays the same
And I hate it.