Some places draw me in
With the embrace of an old friend
Not seen in far too long
Tag: San Francisco
The Streets of San Francisco
Fabled Streets
Of San Francisco
Car chases
And cable cars
In nineteen hundred and ninety six
I take my 5th wheel down Powell
Forty-five feet of feelin’ cooler than
McQueen, Cage and Connery
Past the bottom
The truck’s brakes fail
So I drive the city streets
Using the trailer’s brakes
Impressing a parallel trucker
“You’re one of us,” he tells me
Eat your hearts out
Movie stars
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
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
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
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
Quarantine ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #227
Self-Isolation
Week Two; Day One; Six Days Left
I could use a hug
Week Two; Day One; Six Days Left
I could use a hug
The Fog
In the morning, the fog
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
It’s there
In the haze
Diminutive towers
Shadows beneath a piercing sun
As they are shadows
Piercing the shroud
Beneath a sky of mottled blue
In the evening rush there will be no misty cover
Crystalline clear; hard-edged architecture
Though the fog lays still upon commuters
On the other side, this side is the other side.
I like to cross bridges
Thinking of the dreams
To be fulfilled
On the other side
Thinking of the dreams
To be fulfilled
On the other side
Sometimes, while crossing
I remember
There are dreams to be fulfilled
On both sides
Moonrise Over San Francisco
I love the way
A daylight moon
Reminds me
A daylight moon
Reminds me
There are stars
Beyond blue sky
Uncountable stars
And planets circling
Most of them, and
Some with moons like ours
Alcatraz
From the tower
I frame in the traffic circle
My pickup truck at the bottom
Holding Alcatraz in the bay
Looking so peaceful
I frame in the traffic circle
My pickup truck at the bottom
Holding Alcatraz in the bay
Looking so peaceful
I can see for miles
Sometimes
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
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