graduation

i am stunned it is over.
finished.  done.
i dredge my lake of memory and hear voices
recall names and think of the final
gleeful frightened eyes in the faces 
of strangers i glimpse on our last night
together.  and i come to one question:
                         what do i have to show
                         for this breath in my life, 
                         this irreplaceable, irrevocable history
                         which feels like yesterday because
                         it was?
Everything i have been, i am still.
I have everything i am.
         and i face the world emtied of school days
           hollow and timid and anxious.
the disbelief

 show in my face, my mouth, my eyes.
but i look at my reflection in a car window,
                         a mirror, the backside of a spoon, 
                         a pool of water at the base of a fountain
                         and i see no change.
I see no change.