Spring Has Sprung

This weekend was a breakthrough

both on my tan and other important matters

I did not let my nostalgia or homesickness rule

I broke out of the norm,

no more egg white omelets and multigrain toast

I've moved onto scrambled eggs and cheese on an English muffin,

but that wasn't the revolution of this weekend

everything was beautiful,

maybe because I abandoned all my papers and readings and priorities

for blue skies, sandals and a sunny hilltop by Sunset Lake

and for once it felt good not to be in the city

to be away from the movement and

the sounds

(besides the sweet soul sounds of Robin Thicke)

I dearly miss the pigeons,

but I was ok trading them for the robins that would hop around in the grass

sounding like footsteps and awakening me from my sunny slumber

or the occasionally blue jay or cardinal sighting

(and I was overjoyed to see a woodpecker, a real, live woodpecker!!!)

I couldn't hear the hum of car engines or the rumble of subways on old tracks

but I could hear geese overhead and the occasional bee buzzing (quite frightening)

some good ol Vitamin D and combo of UVA UVB made me feel like

I took a short trip to Miami

Spring, you have done a great thing for me and my tan

I am sincerely grateful.

Homesickness

I buried my heart in Tompkin's Square,

really I did,

I found a twig by the dog run 

and made a hole to put it in

I put in some Belgian fries, a Metrocard and a pistachio ice cream cone so it wouldn't get lonely while i was away at college

there is this one squirrel that has lived in Tompkin's for years, she's a redhead 

so I named her Lindsay

This is my perpetual nostalgia acting up again

which always seems to happen when I should be doing something important

like figuring out how to be in the Tao & outlining Confucius' beliefs

but who cares about Confucius

when you're just 5 days away from going home

from escaping this snow/hail/rain [in that order]

and finals, and rotting in the library

I hate Poughkeepsie,

I figured my heart would too

that's why I left it behind to mingle with the pigeons

and smell the scents of great New York pizza

and maybe have a conversation with a few knowledgable bums

When I get back, it'll have all these great stories to tell me

while all I'm going to have to say is that the Forever 21 here is really small

and that the squirrels are really incarnations of 

English majors that could'nt find careers-

that's going to be me

maybe then I could be a bum in Tompkin's Square

watching the kids on the tire swings

and eating Belgian fries with the best barbecue sauce in the world.