Days arrive early, but bright.
The warm kiss of air,
truly a delight.
Time for class.
On the twelfth day,
Never miss a local story.
in remembrance of my birth,
I return home as droplets
pour out of the sky.
Nothing has changed,
all still remains.
I am finally getting used to this place now.
No longer wandering, but walking with
my back upright and my eyes focused
I spot an elegant fountain.
The water exits pores
into solitary confinement.
I wonder what the older students think
of this environment.
I really hope they are experiencing some of the
the best years of their lives.
The days pass slowly,
My father told me,
“Live on campus, you’ll learn valuable lessons.”
Knowledge is not derived from textbooks and lectures alone.
There are greater lessons and challenges surrounding these
designated buildings and crowded dormitories.