The legs of the pier were standing on the sky. The bay water thick, and the activity of what plays in it a mystery to my eye. Clouds and patches of blue, just fainting from the late afternoon, spread over the waves.
Various sea fowl floated along, feet paddle as rudders, guide them wherever they want to go. Where did they want to go? Were the birds out for a walk? A walk before dusk, before the sun sets and they sleep in nests I cannot guess to know the location? What sort of blood would a water bird have to not freeze up on a day like this?
I need to know all of this, wondering about everything I see, today this walk distracts me, I am filled with wonder!
I walk. I walk alone. Determined to cry if I wanted, if the tears came. If the tears rise up inside me, I would let them flow, because I was alone, and I would allowed it. It did not bother me myself too heavy, that my scarf and hat did not match, that my shoes had a small tear in the left toe, because I was alone, and I am happy. I am happy and comfortable with myself. Right now, I am happy and free and I feel like crying tears of happiness...
Or is it the cold wind finding it's way to
the water I carry behind my iris?
Pulling drops out with each blink,
as gentle as a Grandmother in her kitchen.
I want to hug this damn planet. This scene on the waterfront. 'Effing Christmas Eve and people are drinking hot chocolate, walking with family, friends, and their dogs. People are happy here. Right here! Right now!
A dog off leash barks a happy hello to me, as if it knows me, as if we are long lost friends, separated on a trip to France, torn apart by war, each thought the other dead, but now- discover the other is alive!
It’s the happiest bark I have ever had the privilege of receiving.
|The Happiest Dog EVER|
I walk from Fairhaven, along the pier to Boulevard Park, around the loop and then back towards my car. I see all sorts of people; joggers, walkers, strollers, families, people of all ages. No otters today, only birds floating on the sky.
I imagine a post card from the Otters, a photo of a furry family floating on Californian sea kelp, "Having fun, fish you were here"
I stop where the pier bends uphill, away from the water. Then I see it- just there, right over there, between the spit I can walk to, and an island across the bay, ...just there in a “V” shaped, black land-line at the horizon, is the glow of the winter sun setting. A peach, then pink, soon dark purple, then stars. I stare at it for a while.
A walker-lady stops and asks me, “Do you see anything interesting?”
“No, nothing today, not even the otters”