Student Publishing Program ::

Joshua Pickar

What Do You See?

Looking down the long, winding street
To nowhere.
Waiting for the boat to leave
For its long journey.

Seeing your fruitful future,
Seeing your distant past,
All sparkling before your inquisitive eyes,
Staring you down.

Life, love, longevity.
Will the boat make its journey?
Arriving at its final,
Irrevocable last stop.

Those picayune, frivolous, diminutive, details of life
That one finds so important,
They make all the difference
To that one person.

You sit there on the dock
Wishing, wondering, waiting.
Looking into the depths of the ocean
You see the endless rays of light.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]