View from Sutro

"It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams but also behind the clamor of the city." Thomas Merton

Seen from golden heights

the tangled city

squares up.

Straight streets,

rigid veins

spurt quicksilver

past towers

of fog.

It throbs.

Hearts, minds,

sing passion

joy, lust,  

boredom.

A dying man

clinging to desperate sheets,

passing;

An infant crying

drawing raw air,

beginning.

It’s alive,

greater

than its sum.

See how it beats

in the cool Pacific sun?