A New and Luring Springtime

A feeling in my bones

From within these tombs of glass and stone
I am hypnotized by the song of a sprinkler.
The grass pushing up below my feet
and the unfolding blossoms
are fed by a new and luring springtime.

Faintly heard
there is a beckoning song in the wind
and I follow.
It takes me from this dying city….
its life is only seconds long.

I become a cloud in a distant place
as I tease the stately crowns of mountains.
The valley before me becomes my own
as my soul empties into it.

Following the springtime into this valley
I am born.
Being nourished by this valley
I will last forever.

I wrote the above poem back when I was in college a couple of hundred years ago. I came across it back in January while I was rifling through some old boxes of papers looking for something else. I re-read it and remembered how fond I was of that poem. It brilliantly encapsulated my college experience.