By Kristi Reindl

I stand among them.

The smiles painted in my memory.

Our steps have intertwined,

now joined once more for the march.

The call. A firm shake.

And in a moment, I’m on the other side

among cheers and lifted palms.

Their tassels rain down in accomplishment, assurance.

I stand too, but only to release my future,

toss my cap, and let God catch it.