Tag: California

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Golden Gate Bridge, Baker Beach, San Francisco, California, United States of America

On Bridges

There is a bridge I know
It can take you from somewhere
To somewhere else
And back again
If you care to
As I suppose
All bridges do

But I am neither here
Nor there
About the here
Or there

I prefer to be centre-span
Leaning over the rail
While worlds at odds
Pass below and behind
Their conflict bridged

There I stand
The quiet observer
To tally the to and fro
Of lives and matter
On the move
Matters of both
Consequence
And no matter

And whichever mark I tally
Important or insignificant
Or just some passing fancy
It is all just so damn

Beautiful

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Under a Pale Sky and a Hot Sun, Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California, USA

Being Still

I remind myself

There is always a bridge
To some place better
Than I am now

Sometimes all it takes
To cross the bridge
Is to open my eyes and recognize

I already have

I remind myself

There is always a light
To help me see
Who I want to be

Sometimes all it takes
To see who I will become
Is to open my heart and realize

I already am

The Way is not a practice of movement

The Way becomes easier
When I discover the value
In being still

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Cloud Cover, Dolomite, California State Road 136, California, United States of America

Cloud Cover

The band of ominous cloud
Hovers over the highway
Mile after mile

An oppressive weight
Waiting to fall

My mood becomes dark as the sky

Until I realize the low grey cover
Provides an atmospheric parasol

A gift to soften harsh desert sun
Diminish the heat of afternoon
An invitation to step out of the car

I breathe deeply in sage-scented air
While my mood becomes effervescent

As sage drifting in the desert breeze

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Exiting the Sierras, Nebelhorn, Lincoln Highway, California, United States of America

Instamatic Memory Machine

Much as I hate moving
And all that packing
Which takes forever
As I go through the shoe boxes
Of memorabilia
Stacked in the closet
Which have remained unopened
Since the last time I moved

I have to admit
To some minor or major
Moments of fascination
Or delight
Or longing
Emotion moving my core
With some rekindled
Long-forgotten moment
Or chapter
In a life becoming much too long
To hold all the memories
Within my mind alone

A birthday card
A letter written but never sent
Elementary report cards
And aptitude test results

A story I’d written
With misshapen letters
And a child’s innocence
A Dragnet drama
Starring a detective snake
Age eight

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Tunneling, Willow Ranch, Interstate 395, California, United States of America

Comfort Food

It was a straight run
Down valley
And at 100 miles an hour
The landscape became a gun barrel
I rifled through

The road was freshly paved
Though heavily pebbled
So the car hummed
As it shimmied in the heavy winds

Here was I
A projectile crossing open country
Which to my being is as good

As being wrapped in a blanket
By a fire on a snowy winter’s eve

Road trips are comfort food for my soul