heckit's blog

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Happy Birthday Claire.

It is cold and raining now. But only a week ago we were blessed with gorgeous weather and remarkable skies.

The guests congratulate

The marriage of a Jewish couple as

A glass is broken under foot.

San Francisco holds for her faithful

Beautiful sunny winter days,

To make up for summer bleakness.

One’s heart cannot contain transitory joy

And receives such moments with gratitude,

As the sun warms Java on Ocean café windows

And outside, the Pacific wind brushes your face.

While canaries sing and Morrissey plays,

A melancholic wistfulness creeps at the edges,

Indicating something—

Inarticulate, incomplete and unconscious.

It nags at you silently

even as you drink your coffee

And bask in the day’s glory.

A glass is broken under foot

To remember that even on

The most joyous moments

Someone somewhere

Suffers.

Because my plans for coffee didn’t pan out,

And my sketching partner was unreachable,

And it was too late to go to the zoo,

I went to Fort Funston,

Just God, my shadows and me.

There I was rewarded with a setting sun

That dissolved into liquid gold

Among thin layers of purple and aqua waves,

leaving behind a rosy halo only,

as a sign of holiness and good.