7September – first day of classes, first day of the commute:
Leaving the dirt and chaos,
Delving into newness, construction
Hope in the desert
Making personal oases?
Rising dread and fear,
This is NEVER what I wanted.
7October – just returning from the Eid break, one month since classes began:
Daily the ride is the same
Trip distance is a constant
The distance that changes
by magnitudes each minute
Is that of my heart.
My dreams, my Egypt
that which I had come to grips with
Recedes rapidly as I am transported
to the desert mirage.
Feeling suffocated in the openness
Wishing that, like the mirage,
this would evaporate as I approached.
oh such lovely but sad lines! If the bus commute story didn’t convey, these surely did!
poor, poor KD!
cheer up: 30mph gusts and icy, wind driven torrents of rain in seattle tonight!