ImageHere’s a piece previously un-blogged, having lain in the portfolio for almost 10 years after attending a National Writing Project annual meeting in 2003.

Utterly Away by the Bay

November/December 2003

(At  Pier 39, San Francisco Bay)

Praise God, the Creator of San Francisco Bay!

hard to write

with numb fingers–

blustering, breeze

chilled fingers.

dreaming poems

to express pictures

worth far more than

a thousand words

to tell all the

sights

sounds

tastes

sensations

I want to write

but can’t

with blue fingers

crammed deep

into jeans pockets

and breath

stolen utterly away

by the Bay.

Oh, for warm fingers,

to grasp a pen

to paint words

to draw sound

to color creation

and more—

to name

wisps of sea spray

the blueness of  the sky

gulls circling, alighting, riding on dark blue waves

a tempestuous choir of sea lions, barking a noisy cantata

the stark, solid Rock—Alcatraz—rising from the Bay across the way

and most intriguing,

how the Golden GateBridge disappears into rusty hills on the distant shore.

in short, I want

to grasp a pen

with warm fingers

to memorialize

this moment in time

for a small town boy a long way from home

with eyes wide open in amazement

with blue fingers

crammed deep

into jeans pockets

and breath

stolen utterly away

by the Bay.

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