Waiting List
Author: flightsofangels
Franklin & Marshall, Wheaton, Gettysburg...
I thought about the rain yesterday.
It was raining when I found out...
the ground slick with mud; the sidewalk wriggling with worms,
saturated with water, the smell of wet concrete.
I hate the rain.
...Elizabethtown, Susquehanna, Swarthmore...
I cried a little, of course. It's only natural.
The list is long - too long for me.
"An overwhelming number of qualified applicants" it said,
the letter stained with ink. Overwhelming.
Funny, that. I'm "qualified."
...Boston, SUNY, Mansfield...
Now it doesn't really matter, I guess.
I'm here, paying less, earning credits,
except now all I can think of is the ever-present "unless,"
the "what if" and I look toward the future
"what could have been"
...Brown, Penn, Harvard...
What are the odds?
Not good; I guess they never were.
"That's just fate," you say, just the roll of the proverbial dice,
except God doesn't throw dice,
I don't think (enough).
Princeton Princeton Princeton
Dreams are deferred as I am,
thrown to the wind and scattered like rain,
floating for another day, another lifetime.
For now I'm stuck on their piece of paper,
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
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Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 11:12 PM CST
About this poem:
Small explanation: The first and second set of colleges are mostly ones that I looked at, the second set are plausible grad school options for me, the fourth set (all ivies) are long-shot grad school options and Princeton... well... that's my dream school.