Tucson

I can feel the warmth of the sun here,
it's late winter, but there is no snow,
it's a piece with everything here.
There is no reality, not as I've come to understand it
Living my life revolving around campus,
I've found the fount of youth,
for here, only I get older.

It's not something you notice,
not everyday anyway,
but sometimes I look in a mirror
and see myself
and wonder, what am I doing here?

I go to the market between classes,
run home on a quick errand,
and I feel so frivolous, as if there is something indefinably wrong with being home
when everyone else my age is trapped behind a desk
waiting for five or six o'clock to come.
I have no time limits on my work-day,
which means its as flexible as it is demanding.
I am my work, there is no difference between me and it anymore.
How very boring.