13 Haiku for 5 December: An Adventure.
I found Paitac in
The study lounge, in which we
Both tried to do work.
Midnight came and went,
As did others in the lounge.
By two there were two:
Just us, attempting
To comprehend poli sci
And literature.
By four we had had
Quite enough of that nonsense.
The Internets won.
(Appreciating
Sigur Ros has never been
Easier, I swear.)
With Paris, je t’aime
Nostalgia overwhelmed me.
Paris, tu me manques.
We decided that
We had to see the sunrise.
The sky was still black.
We braved the cold wind
And walked to Columbia.
Streetlamps lit our way.
College Walk stretched dull
And artificially lit
Down to Amsterdam.
But down at its end,
Between the dark silhouettes
Of city buildings:
The pink-orange glow
Of dawn burned just enough for
Us to see. We ran.
It must have been quite
The sight - an empty campus,
Still in the pre-dawn,
With two girls running
Haphazardly, gleefully,
Towards the sunrise.
* * *
(Apologies if the haiku are imperfect; in the last twenty nine hours, I've had a half hour of sleep. I've started thinking in haiku form but my thoughts are beginning to appear incoherent even to myself. I just feel like these should be posted now.)
The study lounge, in which we
Both tried to do work.
Midnight came and went,
As did others in the lounge.
By two there were two:
Just us, attempting
To comprehend poli sci
And literature.
By four we had had
Quite enough of that nonsense.
The Internets won.
(Appreciating
Sigur Ros has never been
Easier, I swear.)
With Paris, je t’aime
Nostalgia overwhelmed me.
Paris, tu me manques.
We decided that
We had to see the sunrise.
The sky was still black.
We braved the cold wind
And walked to Columbia.
Streetlamps lit our way.
College Walk stretched dull
And artificially lit
Down to Amsterdam.
But down at its end,
Between the dark silhouettes
Of city buildings:
The pink-orange glow
Of dawn burned just enough for
Us to see. We ran.
It must have been quite
The sight - an empty campus,
Still in the pre-dawn,
With two girls running
Haphazardly, gleefully,
Towards the sunrise.
* * *
(Apologies if the haiku are imperfect; in the last twenty nine hours, I've had a half hour of sleep. I've started thinking in haiku form but my thoughts are beginning to appear incoherent even to myself. I just feel like these should be posted now.)