✨ Graduation

Nothing is clear...

Graduation

~for Sophia

Although she did not ask
Questions hang in the air
Like fog clouding what comes next
Waiting patiently to consume
Nothing is clear—only mist.

Will we see gowns?
Will caps fly?
Will we remain suspended,
Unable to escape,
A distant stage our only set?

Although she did not ask,
Questions remain.
Where are my flowers?
Will there be music?
When is my party?

—Pasquale Trozzolo

From Before the Distance: Virus Poems, The Poetry Box, Copyright © 2020. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Nguyễn Hiệp, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.