Connected

Connected 

Looking down from above is where you are now. 

 you were pulled by the hands of time into the atmosphere.

 Your fingers brushed the walls, you stretched 

down to grab the nearest poster, locker, anything 

at all that would have kept you from drifting into the sky. 

Now, below you, you can see yourself. Still rooted to the spot. 

You’re going to get knocked over by the wave of kids rushing out of each

classroom, banging the wooden doors open with incredible force.

You’re going to be late, or forgotten. You yell out into the throng of kids,

but your voice is lost in the cacophony of the crowd. 

 But then there is someone next to you. 

Someone you’d never met, or seen. Someone

who is also forgotten. Who also seems to be looking

down from above. The mob of kids stampede by, acting as if you don’t exist.

You turn to the person to your side,

and you see the look in their eyes. Determination flies across their face.

You know that if you’re going to be 

forgotten, you’re going to be forgotten together. You feel like

a rainbow has just enveloped your face, cloaking you in a

Warm, soft blanket of joy.

 Suddenly, something clicks within you, and you smile.

 Then slowly, as if the world has stopped, you

are descending to the ground. You circle down, 

as wind buffets your face. But even though you are many feet 

above the ground, you are not forgotten, like a star winking out.

The sun breaks through the clouds, shining on your face.

You are not looking down from above. 

You are standing beside a friend.