Into You.

I wrote this while sitting in the middle of the quad on my college campus, while I don't remember what the assignment was. It was for Writers Reading Poetry. I handed in a revised version as part of the final with suggestions the professor made, and while he is very talented, I, for some reason, liked this version better.

Into You

Even blaring headphones create a silence
as the bay breeze chills and thrills.
Starting to feel like fall, I wish it would appear the same;
the trees still green with envy, as well as I.
Clouds are a foggy grey for once in a long while;
only a few bodies pass by as the rest are fighting sleep,
the sun playing peekaboo as it brings slight warmth,
and I jump as the bell tolls half past.
The silence is broken for a moment or so.
Re-emerging September air sweeps my hair across my face and gently, I push it back,
so if only for a little while, I can maybe see more clearly.