Golden Gate Bridge

A marvelous sight. 

The shoreline shines into view 

before it's swallowed as the bright blue door 

of sky opens 

and closes in silence. 

And the ocean restless, without rest

pulls back and forth and heaves itself onto bluffs, 

a wind on its heals blowing grayness fast and furious, 

fog rushing like tumbleweed across the land 

while the bridge stands still and silent as a ghost

lurking behind the curtain, another world.

I love the bridge hidden in fog, the bridge of memory.

I love it hidden as much as I love it clear with red steel rising.

I forgive all whose arms winged from it. I can see all

through their eyes vanish into whiteness, 

then darkness, churning their souls clean.