With angry ferocity
Kicking up white caps
Driving breakers onto shore
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
But what built the city
As much as the hands of men
Is the bay and a river
A natural crossroads
The line is just a moment in time
Created over time
And this moment
Is simply a snapshot
Like a gnarled old man
The elder of the land
With a mighty presence
Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature
Betwixt and between
Whistler and Blackcomb
And miles of untracked snow
And they can find me
It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click
Time enough
My phone says
For the walk