First Day Poem

“First Day”

Waiting for the rumble of the car
to come up the street,
I feel the first round of butterflies,
Wings taking flight as I climb in.

In a blink of an eye,
the hallways,
Heavy bag banging my hip,
The air humming with friend’s chatter.

The crowd is pulsing as the bell rings,
then they scatter.

Sitting in new seats,
breaking out notebooks and pens,
Seeing old friends, relieved after being separated
by a summer.

Finally, eighth period, interesting but
Every eye watches the clock,
As that thin minute hand ticks to the three,
Everyone catches their breath.

A shrill ring pierces the air.
Last bell of the First Day.

~Lindsay