Beneath the Golden Gate

Sunday afternoon in the park
Sand sparkles under the bright sun
While bathers bask in its warmth
Peeling off winter’s layers.


Families, couples, singles
Walkers, joggers, bikers,
sailors and gazers
Wander past.
Are they Coming or going-
Tourists or on a Sunday outing?
Picnic blankets and BBQ’s
Tossed balls, flying kites and
Frisbees fill the air.


As wind whips through the channel
White caps boil up from the dark
Green, brown and gray bay;
Dotted with brightly colored
Sailboats, parasails and kite boards
Criss-crossing the water,
Rising and falling
With the waves,
Tossed and turned,
By the wind.


Clouds drift across the transparent blue sky,
White puffs of cotton get tangled
In the golden trusses of
The vigilant bridge, as people
Pause and pose for the camera.
Hold your head this way
Lean on the wall just so,
Beneath the Golden Gate.


Written by ComfortWriter, 2008