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. 

The moon

How big the big moon tonight;

how it stirs this heart 

with its perfect swollen shape, 

with its dazzling light--a great celebrity 

in that world of night. 

Forget its cold truth: waterless, airless;

not a better world--it would kill me given a chance. 

Still I never tire of the view. 

Every full moon, half, any phase

feels new and gay and wonderful. 

My astronaut eyes fixed on earth, 

brocaded blue, unguarded in the path of sunbeams. 

The shock of that empty awesome 

surrounding black would change me. 

Even decades later 

while brushing my teeth, the image assails me--

our patterned earth circling in the ink of infinite deep. 

The mystery of it. 

The total mystery of it.

And no one to turn to. 

How I'm feeling

Don't ask me how i'm feeling. 

Please      just      don't ask. 

Because   I      am     reeling. 

No no no      ask me.

DO ask.

Because I’ll tell you 

even if you don't inquire, 

even though I'm drained 

of all routine desire. 

I want to tell you. I really do. 

I   do   not  want     to  be alone 

emoting blue. 

I need to report it. 

Or should I say, deport it. 

But the right word for 

this anguish, what is it?

What explains my hot weeping? 

These pounding moods 

that hound me like a shadow

that follows me around?

That when I see a bridge 

I want to jump!

Is the word....the diagnosis.....

Donald Trump?