Class Reunion

Strangers,
but not,
meeting
at the train station
turned coffee house,
intimate, artsy setting
where our adolescence
passes by,
stopping
as groups and individuals
reconfigure
in pairs, as loners,
trios, and larger,
over and over
throughout the evening
before continuing on…
Just an evening,
a Saturday night out of any week
to find where the years
have carried us,
shaped us,
remembering the pains
and joys,
the friendships forged
and broken
and rekindled again and again
as our being
danced in conversation,
appreciation,
envy, relief,
stories shared
of how our children
now juggle the maze
we ourselves wound through
to the centre of who we now are,
wearing the traveling clothes of…
Doctor, mother,
father, lawyer,
friend, husband, wife,
teacher, nurse, marketer,
assistant, designer, consultant
realtor, actor, lover,
caregiver,
landscaper, vintner,
accountant, insurance broker,
artist, entrepreneur,
and all the other professions
not here named,
but seen and witnessed
in a night passing,
where souls traveling
stopped
at the train station,
before moving on…

©Lea Goode-Harris
September 16, 2006

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