A Postdoc’s Lament

by joetwo

I walk amongst you

Older, separate, no real contact

Isolated in locked rooms and offices

Yet still part of the scene

The multi-layered ecology we all inhabit

I have memories of times past

My years when I was like you

Not too long ago, barely a blink in the eye

But a lifetime’s gulf

Can barely relate

As if I am not there

The same buildings, clubs, shops

Unwilling, unable to go elsewhere

To take the poison chalice of industry

To grow up really

And leave my academic womb

So I remain, ghostlike

Not understanding or being understood

A ghost in the background

Hiding in the hidden spaces and corridors

Of that bustling, so alive place

I call work

And you call, college