on thursdays, i am a scholar.
a flurry of notes and essays, i walk briskly from class to class
for six consecutive hours. i gather fact after fact,
processing information faster than i'm blinking.
i grab a sandwich and a coffee on my way
to yet another lecture, where i fit breaths between
powerpoint slides and stuff my creativity down
into my backpack with the rest of my belongings.
but on fridays, i am a woman of letters.
i wake with a fresh gentleness
and i pause in the sunlight to enjoy my lunch.
i gradually make my way across campus to
a single class, where the professor says things like
"what's the dream?" and "your heart and your intellect
must be intimately tied". i let the literature nudge me
into self-reflection as i ponder my worldview, and
i write poetry in the margins.
~mj