New Friends

I showed up at my new school 
kilt down to my knees 
made decisions beforehand 
Each person a friend to seize
my old friends would understand 

But then I walked through the door 
past the sea of blonde 
the sea of jewlery 
and i found myself searching for ingenuity

and then I saw Marcie 
          3 bags strung over her shoulders 
a cello on her back

laughing like a butterfly flapping its wings 
with the easiness that only doing nothing could bring

and in that moment 
I knew my goals were misguided 

All I need
is to find myself in the presence of this mystifying girl
her delicate smile
and hope
for even a second
she shares it with me