Shadow and Light Poetry

ode to Berkeley

         

Ode To Berkeley

40 lines

Hark,

I hear the spirits
Of Berkeley
Calling me home.
The more I roam in this world
The more I am drawn
Back to the land
From whence I came.
Berkeley, California
Is what it is
And sometimes
It is what it ain’t.

Berkely is a “how Berkeley, can you be vibe” town, an African diaspora, an Asian American city, an anti-big box store vibe, an artistic city, A Berkeley High school rocks place, the Berkeley hills, the birth of the black panthers, the spiritual home of the beatniks, bike-friendly, The Berkeley Rep rules, To the rest of the world, a very “Berserkly place” a Buddhist friendly city, filled with deep, dark memories, a vibrant Chinese-American city, creative city, Home to CAL with 40,000 students who flood into the city nine months of the year, Coffee is God Mecca, craft beer paradise, a crazy city. A cool city, with cutting-edge technology, delicious food is everywhere around the corner sort of town, a diverse although less day by day as it is now a very expensive city, A very unique city, a pro-vac place, vibrant, vegetarian and vegan friendly, yet still offering enough meat options for the carnivores, University professors, staff and students, city employees alike and still the ultimate university town but as you can see by now, so much more than that, yoga is God kind of town where yoga is mandatory, Yuppie place, a zany city, a zestful town, and lately a zoom work by home town, Berkeley is all of that and so more in short. Berkely is a kind sort of place, unique in all the universe and it is my homeland,

But now that I am getting old
I feel my homeland calling me
“Come home to me
The land of your birth

Before you become
Merely dust in the wind

And so I dream
Of my California home

California dreaming
On a winter’s day

Hoping to see her
Before my world ends

California my homeland
My zany crazy homeland
Is calling me home.