Graduation time has arrived
not celebrating, not wearng cap and gown
marking the moment with a wishful sigh
two questions circle
busily chatting with each other
A dream asks them to speak with inside voices
And the fear commands them
“get the hell out of here”
My eyes now travel to sure-footed ones,
huge caps they have become
Emperors with no clothes
worlds already conquered
They are certainly certain
I question, dream, sigh and fear
afraid of all who are certainly certain.
