April is National Poetry Month, and while I am by no means a poet, I want to celebrate. This month, I’ll post some poems I’ve written in my life and also some poems that I love. I can’t promise I’ll do it every day, but here’s the first one. (And have a blessed Passover or Easter, if you celebrate.)
Lake Merritt
To the dad with the jogging stroller
To the chubby speed walkers
To the guy taking a work call on his walk to the office
To the Asian guy with the toupee who pulls his shirt over the back of his head, so his shoulders are covered but his chest – white and hairless – is exposed, with his wide smile
To the Black lady in the garbage bag running suit with thick beautiful braids on her head
To the white swans, and the Chinese woman who got off her bike to talk to them
To the homeless man dressed all in the white, sitting in his box, looking like he wished he was still a painter, or he’s late for work
To the homeless man putting on sunscreen and rocking out to his boom box, laughing at his friend’s joke
To the lady whose gospel music seeps out of her headphones and she yells good morning as I pass
To the guy throwing a ball for his dogs
To the old man walking club
To the breeze that blows the brackish smell in the opposite direction, no matter which side of the lake I’m on
To the jaddatohom, walking with bags on their head
To my feet and my calves and my sciatic nerve and my back and my shoulders and my knees
Thanks for being out here today.
Comments
I have enjoyed the walk around Lake Merritt and thanks for taking me along.