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.15) November Crossing, Berkeley
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.15) November Crossing, Berkeley

I stand and wait for the light to change
at University and San Pablo,
one of those timeless corners.

Amid sycamores and streetlamps,
a hint of smoke in the darkening sky,
a city bus disgorges passengers,
momentarily obscuring my view
of the sari shop across the street.

Some of the people join me.
The crosswalk fills: in the crowd,
a kente pattern dress,
a thick, dark-blue turban,
workmen's flannel shirts,
an elderly lady on crutches:
the entire world seems to be here, waiting.

The breeze blows more hints:
the halal meat shop down the street,
autumn chestnuts in New York,
the playground at my boyhood school.

The light changes and we cross,
as the world is always crossing
the precarious intersections of its destiny.

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Comments (3)

Max, did you ever see a movie called 'Smoke'? It has some of this quality, the eternal changing of one corner. Another winner!
no greater pleasure in the world than standing on a corner rooted watching eventually all which is passes directly in front of you if you have the eyes to see as you do
The guy who 2'd you missed a neat little snapshot of life not trying to make too much of itself, just being life...