SUN
By Ted Berrigan
Here I am at 7:37 A.M. inside the subway staring at the wet window frame
The air is thick. As my stop approaches, I squeeze through the crowd
on the way to work in rainy streetscape
I drink some water which keeps my throat from drying up
and listen to music to have happiness and to dive
In. The streets look for people, cars, or me. As I step onto the
Grass I smile. It’s soft texture feels good one me. I take off my flip flops and step
through it, them, as
A young lady sipped on lattes now,
making me remember of my sister years almost ago, and the man
Who was sitting next to her is now standing up, and telling
Who would have thought that I’d be here, nothing
to do yet, everything
To see. I look around, admiring the sun and wondering why it shines, now
more than ever before?
Not that sun that appears faintly in the rain to have peoples coat
eyes penetrating at it
& squinting in just to see it. Not that burning sun that comes out as a rebellious teen, who was
going to have to go, careening into adolescence full of motivation and ambitions so,
To fulfill their goals & to go further then they could imagine
so to go. Not that sun who from very first meeting
I would never & never will forget. Warm, soft rays going
into the air and into our souls. The sun that shone & so demanded
To stick out & who will never leave me, not for rain, nor snow
nor even for the clouds that choose to hide you, which is
Only our human lot & means nothing. No, not him.
There’s a song, “Scar Tissue” but no I won’t do that
I am 17. When will I die? I will never die. I will live
To be 700 & I will never go away & you will never escape from me
who am always & only a star, despite this frame, Spirit
Who lives only to shine.
I’m only one star & I am all of them together & I didn’t choose to be
The largest
I came into your life to make you smile
And warm you’re day so
That your
Troubles & obstacles go away to end in a happy fate, nevertheless
I hide and slowly die off due to
The world’s polluted air.
2 comments:
I wanted to post this poem because I never new that we could create a poem by just plugging in words. It was a fun assignment and pretty simple too. I enjoyed reading my poem and other students poems, and I was amazed at how different each one can be, even when we used the same technique.
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