At my Middlesex
Rising from bed, smooth waves guide my feet to Middlesex
The car door slams and I’m now a middleschooler
Midway to third period, I’m staring at 8th grade
Lockers – unknowingness falls around me – where am I?
Scales fall as I recognize a stairway to Scialo
Moving to Casasnovas (a fresh room for Spanish)
Libro de texto slams open and I’m now bi-
Lingual; to see all my classmates working diligently
Rocks – Stress and tension is missing – how am I?
Empty pages beckon me to pick up my pen to write
Arriving home, bristling with knowledge, I think back
On how the locker slammed, and how I’m ready for high school
Midway to college now; I look at all my classmates
There is an aura of confidence – What about me?
Three years of my life, learning and having fun, at my Middlesex