The Loner's Discourse

In arduous heat of early May thus was,
The first rains of longest year became,
And shallow pools that sat in lonely impasse,
Cascaded o'er the asphalt frame.

Elements of the classroom lay still no more,
Rose in mutiny 'gainst the certainty of sense,
And chained me helpless to dreamy stupor - 
Riddled reality; I dwelt in mute pretense.

Little'd Professor heed the furor that spawned,
And resumed in Greek on oddities of waves;
Yet we hearers secured midst the scenes beyond,
A moment's musing perhaps, on futures brave.

O' 'twas late in the day, later still in our stay here,
The angst of adulthood to each well-worn,
So I went half-willed to blurred yesteryears,
Such the infant's dread on a gloomy school-morn.

As faces swarm unasked in vain remembrance,
At the growl of thunder by waver of shades,
There was I by my beloved in delirious dance!
'Cross kindled streets, no storm'd invade...

Through sodium-sprayed waters deviants wade home,
By the turn of the hour all'd gone their own way,
'Gainst an empty slate whilst I waited alone,
In tempest theatre where elements play.