(For Peter S., Nini and Pancho L,
Aileen and Paul C.)
Terminal hallway
Echoes at 4 am but
not from crows calling
Between one time zone
and the next and the next, does
Fate move forward and back
Seals in their rookery
at low tide Marine layer
pressed on the trees
Palimpsest of hills
And the body remembers
other hills elsewhere
We catch up with time
Meeting again under ceilings
clothed by dreamweavers
Leaves of the laurel
that we call bay Myth of a
body changed by the gods
Salt spray in the air—
Maladies named and unnamed
What we seek as cure
Walls of mission white
Scalloped roofs of terracotta
Scrolled ironwork grilles
Bowls of oxtail stew—
A restaurant in a casino
called Lucky Chances
Departures and arrivals
Estuaries still lead to the sea
Monuments of claiming
In the museum
a robot spews glitter in a
future afterparty


