Didn’t we see the shallow, mud-bottomed bay
simmering, tendrils of fog lifting like egret feathers,
the wide flat water shimmering under a silver sun?
Did I just miss the lordly egret
skimming the marsh trees,
pacing his double swimming below the dark water?
What else have we missed,
driving the freeway yards from the still bay,
the teeming waters another universe,
another freeway below and beyond
the daily commute,
the buzzing quotidian?
This article appears in Race Day.
Aline,
As a former short term student there in the Bay area, at CR to be exact, your poetic work activated such intense memories within me; of even the scent of the early morning air by the Bay. A uniquely cool, moist, lively smell of Earth and Sea come together. A fond pleasant memory for me at least. Thank you so much for this. 🙂