Greek at Perkins

Trailing behind the conversation line,

I wake my intellect to hear words change,

But I don't sit at windows, but tables arranged

Only to notice the topic and company are fine.

We drop our shoulders to the world for now,

Feasting on the jokes of our upcoming fear

Without sighing and drowning our brow

In our arms to let out a stream of tears.

Sorrows can't infect a night where we laugh

And trials can't undo the memories made,

But they give strength to our weaker half

While we make light of our phobias that fade.

Times with the people who once were strangers,

Dining and snacking on breakfast and lunch,

Take away the peril from approaching dangers

So that they really don't pack such a punch.

Our stress falls down like a feather

While we laugh at awkward silence,

But nothing else on earth could be better

Than sitting down with such bright friends.

-Austin Ward

9/17/06