Notation

Facing the moon
I fell skyward,
drenched in night's dew.

Scholarly lemmings
laughed in my mind as
I bounded about,
finding depth 
in my travesty.

"what shall it mean?",
I say stubbornly,
as the lemmings
chortle, filling me
with angst.

"To hell with you!
I scream at no one, 
just them
as they argue
and rebutt,
deep within.

I carry on,
as if untouched.
Fix my brow,
straighten my collar.
Gathering myself,
standing erect.
To any other,
I seem uninjured,
and happy.