The Representation of Everyday Life

Someone on the sidewalk

smashed the window

on the bus I was riding,
Mad at the world
or just missed the bus?

Of course everyday can include

 many different sorts of days

 

We had to wait for the following bus

an opportunity for me to do

some art and anthropology field work

 

 I've only had unsatisfying

drive-by image captures of this place

Nature preserves

of the wild wild west

Yogi pimpin'


These Negro profile works

are all over town

Next stop the Bengali section

of university avenue

This location

felt a little like

surreptitious surveillance

There's an old familiar face

 The most famous

living resident of Berkeley

Saint Misbehavin'
Name of Romney,
once ran for president

Just then a train rolled in

but the 51M is defunct

I decide to walk over the highway
rather than seek out an unfamiliar bus

The type of motley assortment

observable in any train station

See you later Wavy Gravy

I just can't make no connections

This ancient anchor

marks the spot

A prehistoric Shellmound

remains and spirit objects

interred here below


Along the tracks and toward
stairs to the roadway overhead,
Familiar pathways are now populated
by seedy tent encampments
with dogs

Wow

 Incredible amount of fresh water

captured in the wetlands in May

unprecedented in my experience

And the old devil has been

around here for a long long time
I was dressed entirely too lightly
after a big temperature fall-off
But I found a free box of  clothes
with a wool suit jacket (ladies),
It passed a close inspection
and a sniff test for perfume
Lined, padded and quite warm
it gave me back my afternoon

Wild flowers profuse

after a season of rain

I stopped at a relatively
un-wind-swept picnic table
to devour a mountainous
tuna-salad on pumpernickel
A kite raptored nearby

Turn into the wind

and the vista astounds

Mount Tamalpais

centers the universe

of San Francisco bay

 A bank of frigid fog

has begun its siege of the City

as it now takes the bridge

Mount Analogue

Sky and water

a hovering red-winged blackbird

The water planet

is receiving me

A traffic cone amid the fennel,

odd

A grotesque stumbling block peace sign

now mars my and others' power spot

how chagrining

In the midst of a vast

field of mostly grass

An isle of iris
 like a mirage growing wild
too worn to walk there

I become one with

the red-wing blackbird
the gull and the kite

soaring before the immensity




Left behind:
my purple houndstooth
temporary jacket

Out the way we came in

It all seemed to hinge

on the shattered

refracting

glass

4 May 2017