The Pyramid


Part I - Suzanne Vega Recalls

When I was younger,
In the sixth grade,
My teacher built a pyramid
Using straws.
It looked flimsy, like me,
Shaped of skin and bone
Thrown together
In triangular form.
But when he laid
His hand upon its tip,
It did not give.
Nor did it fall.
It absorbed his weight.
And so I thought,
I wonder if I could
Make myself that way.
Able to withstand
Any pressure, any dilemma,
Without cracking
Or crumbling to to ground.
And so, from that day forth
I began to construct,
My own private pyramid.