Berkeley on the First Sunday of Spring Break
Locked doors and darkened window panes
Remind me that I’m out of place
On grounds of learning, where, again,
Sagacious stones refuse my wandering ways.
Only the wooded paths embrace
Me on a log-cum-bench: the bait
To bring my ears into this space
Where nature’s bards all play.
A crow calls singing to her mate
And with the chatting creek I strain
To hear his soft reply, then wait
And watch and wonder why she stays.
Over the last few days, I was lucky enough to spend some time around the lovely, albeit abandoned, UC Berkeley campus, but now I am headed back up the California coast en route to Canada. The poems for the next few days are scheduled, so anything about the trip home won’t appear until next week (at which point my daily poem project – meant to jumpstart my own production on this website – will likely have ceased).
March 23rd, 2010 at 07:49
Berkeley *is* looking pretty. 🙂
I think this is my favourite of the poems of the last few days… The transition of scene is interesting, and the last lines are especially poignant.