Originally published in Measure, Volume V, 2010
You will now be judged by those who do not love you.
The life you had before will be given new names:
recess, reading-time, the weekend, summer.
And the world will be divided into two—
into those of us who spend our years
attempting to undo that day, to find
the comforts of the book-lined nursery,
the ancient house that’s filled with family,
And into those who try to replicate
the hour when the dullness of their lives
exploded in a thousand leaves of fire.
Jetsetters and the dream-besotted,
you will know them by their distant gaze,
their eyes, once yours, now fixed on trailing lights.