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).