When I think of my senior year

I think of how it flowed through me

 

Between the chapel scraping the sky

The blurred line of ocean and sand

The dorm room flooded with sun and dappled with moon

The brick buildings polished by wind

The red doors

 

During the studyhalls spent like stolen time

The breakfast table hovered by laughter

The new life of Saturday nights,

and old age of Sunday afternoons

The sunsets demanding attention

The dancing that breathed exhilaration through my veins

The library desk where thoughts wondered

The classes that swirled like new galaxies

Leaving me awake

The moments when friends were everything, everything

 

I think of the hard work

The suffering, how beautiful it was

The becoming

And the expressionless adoration, how it could only be lived

 

I think about how I brimmed

With the best parts of that place

And of myself

How in the end

I wanted to hold St. George’s beneath my skin

To embed it within me so deeply,

That no earthly force could steal me from it

But instead I felt time dripping inside of me

My time to go

 

I lived on the corner of purgatory and paradise

And I was saved there

Saved from myself