san francisco in the rear view mirror

Today I flew from San Francisco to San Diego
It didn't really set in that I was leaving untill
the car ride to the airport
the goodbyes of the last few days sunk in
and the sadness of leaving my favorite place
with my favorite people behind set in
my lovely friend drove me to oakland
as he drove off it became real
the next chapter begins


"This is the beginning.
Almost anything can happen.
This is where you find
the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land,
the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page.
Think of an egg, the letter A,
a woman ironing on a bare stage as the heavy curtain rises.
This is the very beginning.
The first-person narrator introduces himself,
tells us about his lineage.
The mezzo-soprano stands in the wings.
Here the climbers are studying a map
or pulling on their long woolen socks.
This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn.
The profile of an animal is being smeared
on the wall of a cave,
and you have not yet learned to crawl.
This is the opening, the gambit,
a pawn moving forward an inch.
This is your first night with her, your first night without her.
This is the first part
where the wheels begin to turn,
where the elevator begins its ascent,
before the doors lurch apart."

Aristotle-Billy Collins

see you soon sf
you are loved