A sort of mental callisthenics
Sterling University remembered
To have met all of those people
Yet not now know a single one
Strong winter light falls
Onto building surfaces, and furniture
Strong winter thoughts move in
Around the early morning dumb-struck cells
Assembling into a sort of set, as you might find
In a theorem, or hypothesis
Lights which may eventually merge
Yet often seem to go their own way
A cold wind, with cold energy
Rustles the bushes and the trees
The evergreens, and the annuals
Take time to sidestep, to survive
A sort of defence mechanism
As carried by most everyone
That life should go on, and on
For how else to avoid grief
Disparate thoughts, one by one
Here only for the learning of
Other universities, with games
With which to start the day so well
