By Ahmad Ashkanani
This is part 2 of a previous post
that, using poetry, illustrated the journey students of Kuwait University’s
College of Architecture make from their displaced parking spaces to their
beloved campus (read here). This poem continues the journey:
Crossing the bridge I said my
goodbyes,
Seeking what next adventure ahead
lies
Uninformed I was after entering the
gate,
As life was still blurry, it was half
past eight
The sky filled with clouds, the rain
finally stopped,
Maybe the scorching sun would appear,
god I hope not
As I walked alone on a straight
pathway to class,
On my right, a parking lot; on my
left, a small patch of grass
At the end of the path I saw
something I did not before,
A landscape of trees that I didn’t
expect to adore
Gazing upon the grid-placed-trees, my
face drew a smile,
As if nature defending its place,
rose from the tile
Observing the trees as if time stood
still, but alas
My journey had not yet finished,
still much to surpass
Far left the building top appeared as
the sun came out,
“That must be the building” I said, “It
must be, no doubt!”
Beyond the grid, my eyes noticed what
was before unseen
A tunnel leading to the entrance with
walls of green
Trees bending greeting one another at
the top it seems,
Offering shade and dancing
silhouettes from penetrating solar beams
At the end, reaching the doors I calmly
exhaled,
Turning the knob not expecting what
would be unveiled
The doors opened and cool air passed
on to my face,
But the adventure isn’t done, I have
to explore this place
