By day, it’s Golden Gate
Promenade, a strip of trail
along a line of shore; by night
only my dreams wander
these desolate moors…
they transmute into sadscapes,
places tracing their charcoal
over my frottaged thoughts:
I tread over weeds, the weathered
skeleton of a stubborn old tree
a mound of cicada shells.
I hear the bees buzz their dirges.
All day long, a wild sea cries
trying and failing to take to the sky,
great wings of water reach out while
pelicans and cormorants float calm
on its roiling surface, then with a taunt
they call out, rise, and take flight again.
Awake at night, the shadows under
my eyelids throw stones at autumn’s
last moon, a strange bloom flowers
its truth, taking root in the sandy soil
of my mind where I lie buried beneath
an avalanche of you.
the gloaming sets fire to Berkeley’s hills
a thousand points like rogue suns
flicker wildly in the reddening distance
gilding glass and rooftops into a massive blaze
of champagne light. It’s my favorite time of day.
The whole world is flooded with champagne,
swan-gliding on those bubbles, intoxicated,
inviting me to drift on its gold tide with nothing
above my shoulders but the evening…
Tonight, I spy with my little eye three women
on a park bench watching that fat old sun set,
they lap up their red red wine out of plastic cups
like the chic alleycats in an old Disney film might.
A Marina Safeway bag that must
have toted their pirate booty, not quite
anchored and moored, its white plastic
fluttering in the breeze – a flag of surrender.
One of the felines says to me
cheekily, lifting her Dixie cup
when I smile at their lapfest.
I reply, toasting them with my invisible
wine flute. We all laugh. I continue past
sashaying along on my shoreline path while
day melds into night, and bay into sky.
Tonight, I witness with softer eyes
as the stars switch on, one by one,
knowing beneath their gaze, we’re never alone,
and, starlit once again, I wend my way home.
I included a little slideshow of some pictures that I have taken as walk along Golden Gate Promenade at Crissy Field in San Francisco.