Alameda, watching the San Francisco skyline
Distant bustling
Nikes, wingtips and stilettos
Jogging and clicking along the sidewalks
Bikes, strollers and briefcases
Every hand carries a connection
To somebody, someplace else
Nobody is where they seem to be
Across the Bay. Alameda sits
Quaint and familiar
Strolling figures, in designer boho
The aroma of coffee houses
Victorians line the street, in grays and blues
Orange, clay and green
Free and easy, but with booted car tires
A reminder of the occasional crime
Sandwiched between the east and the west
But all around the Alameda island
With the San Francisco skyline, shrouded in fog
Water sparkles, birds dip and rise
And cultures dance together
In peace
Everyone isn't where they seem to be?
What a statement...to this reader the peace as cultures dance together is the message we all would like not only to hear, but to live!
The fog lifts with a vision shift that you can see from here to there people can run but can’t hide from the telescope eye.