from San Jose to San Francisco

The sound of the browsing goats

peaceful and meditative.

All moving in unison

but a trailblazer among the herd.

The hills of San Jose

thriving with life.

A rattle snake emerges from the depths

as survival kicks in with a running scream.

Fear penetrates my whole body

while curiosity lingers in the periphery. 

It’s been a while, San Francisco.

Bustling city there you are

but Lands End, here I am.

Golden Gate Bridge 

Oh, your Majesty! 

Playground for the birds

and a symbol of freedom 

for those who leave behind, their past. 

Gracefully bending, 

the tree finds solace in the ground. 

Stairway to the ocean,

and the lovers climb.

Waves pulling me into the unknown,

as the wind whispers in my ear:

“You are alive.”