Friday, August 14, 2009

Fog Off the Harbor. 8/10/09

If I had no sense of direction

And no prior knowledge of where I was

I might think this was a fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like New Jersey or Portland, Oregon.

And just beyond that building

Maybe another block down was an old shipyard,

Filled with skiffs, and wharfs, and a beaten down barge

Waiting to be used again.

The traffic might be drowning the cries of the gulls

Or they could still be asleep.

And there is a beaten down shop

Serving stale coffee

To weathered men in yellow slickers

And black stocking caps

Who remind me of The Old Man And The Sea.

Each morning I could put on my water proof shoes

And head down to the shore.

I’d collect broken glass, torn netting,

And pieces of wood

That were more like bone now

After being polished by the waves and sand.

The salt in the air would pickle my skin

And I wouldn’t know that the town I was in

Was old Omaha

So far away from the Ocean

And surrounded by land.

I would think this fog was coming in off the harbor

In a place like San Fransisco or somewhere in New England,

And I’d be a happier man.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Our anniversary picnic!

Sara and I went out for our anniversary on July 26. We drove into Iowa and headed for an afternoon at a winery. On our way we stopped and had a picnic in a small field. We had ski cheese, avocado, Jimmy John's bread, and tuna. We polished it off with some sparkling grape juice. It was an awesome picnic and a great way to celebrate our event.

I feel like summer is already threatening to leave us. I actually prefer fall, but I still find it hard to watch such a great summer go by. Such is the way of life, I guess. Enjoy the seasons and then wave as they pass you by.