Bellevue College Panorama
The car climbs up the ramp to the fifth level,
slides in between white parallel lines.
Before me in the distance
jagged slopes of dark and white,
call me to contemplation.
My inner being, greater than “I”,
The rooftops evaporate and the sounds
of the motor recedes.
In that moment as the light ascends
the clouds are paying homage.
Only the digital movement of the dial
goads me to turn off the car and get out.
I hoist my backpack and head down ,
across the campus to work.
Some part of me sees myself heading
up into the passes,
to stand on a stony ridge
Instead of this concrete parking garage.
Diantha Zschoche 2017