I remember sitting in
Calculus class, years ago, and this
blonde girl comes into the room. I had been infatuated with her since the beginning of the term. She was
younger than I was, since I didn't pursue the
college life until five years after graduating
high school.
At any rate, she was
late coming into class. I
recall looking up from my notes, and seeing her, half turned, closing the
door. As my eyes began to take her in, my
brain was in this no man's land of
confusion over what we were covering in the
lesson. I watched as she made her way down the
aisle to her
seat. With my brain in it's addled state, everything seemed to happen in
slow motion and I became transfixed by her
hair and the way she moved. I felt like a
spell had been
cast upon me and
wished that it wouldn't end.
As I slowly began to
emerge from the
epiphany, I wrote this little
ode so that I would remember the
moment.
Delicate curves
Ease into
A chair.
Soothing,
So enchanting
And yet,
Stealing the moment.
As if it,
Was always,
Will forever,
Be yours.