The Future
your fortune
an escape
from pervasive
prophesies of doom
Down by the Estuary
on a brisk Sunday
in almost Winter
A little chilly here
right on the water
yet vivid and
somehow profound
Lots of dazzling
refraction goes on
despite the waning Sun
as the Solstice nears
I watched this
serene snowy egret fish,
Saw it catch a tiny crab
then seem to lose
it when dunking it again,
Skillful attempts
at recovery
The sky is
wide
open
to the stratosphere
It's Christmas time
the great tree returned
to the foot of Broadway
Jack London Square
There's even
a seagull Christmas tree
For sale:
from tapas
to tapestries
Our motto:
Commercial and marina
services for a fee
Minimal welcome
to non-customers
Paddle world
accoutrements
in a window reflecting
a sparsely attended
holiday fair
Business as usual
And as usual
I'm retired
to the familiar
dockside perch
old men on benches
sleepy,
watching
the tide roll by
Suddenly
A mast appeared
a few feet away
where no boat out to be
A lone mariner
in a stressful scrape
a narrow miss
of unforgiving pilings
Uplifting
when a fellow human being
escapes misfortune
When boating
utmost care
should be employed
at all times
Christmastime or not
One's luck
knows no season
when the well runs dry
The Estuary can be
a disorienting place
Fortunately
I left a trail of glass
to find my way home
Tech sector takes
San Francisco
to universal
chagrin
All the science fiction writers
the soothsayers
and bedraggled prophets
with signs that read
The End is Near
of course were correct
Apocalypse means
all at once
the Veil is lifted
the Secret is at last
revealed
12 December 2017
No comments:
Post a Comment