A Poem By Rebecca Gonzales


Poem 3

A kiss in a college parking lot
And youth set us on an uncharted course.

The stars were unblinking
The sun, merciless.

I thought I knew the way;
You knew better.

Years later we are adrift, rudderless,
Far from the solid ground of a college parking lot

Empty handed we could try to man the sails again,
But in the silence of our weak effort

We hear only regret and the tireless waves
In their ceaseless lapping.