Elevator Ride: A Poem
Once again, I found,
an elevator down
in Stabler Hall
With careful steps
we all crowded in
like ten little sausages
in a row,
trying not to breathe
We all carried backpacks
as we pressed against each other
a bit awkwardly
Strangers became friends –
or rather acquaintances
on the elevator
We all laughed at the closeness,
at the suffocation of ten people
with ten backpacks in a small elevator
-K