one week in North Beach…
warming up in the warmest of light,
soaking in the sun-soaked blues,
blues found in skies, in saloons, and in self,
self meets self in familiar lines and city lights,
light lined books, light lined cafes, holiday lights, unseen lights,
feeling invisible in those bright chinatown lights,
converging architecture saturated haze, hiding some and brings to light others I’ve never seen,
others walking, others working, others talking, others quiet,
and finally, sleeping between darlings and the best late night tacos.
sleeping to sounds of narrow dive filled back streets and busy street club music,
passing through history, late night reflections
reflections of reality disappearing dreams.
waking to locals running steep inclines with envious ease,
laboring on roof tops, lost in linear landscapes,
not realizing the light in life, looking down, down hill,
down all those hills, and back up again,
back into that light, the changing light from street to street,
the same light disguised as night,
the kind of light you want to stay awake in, to keep it always.