For Yolanda

September 11, 2008


I was drawn to the quietude of Marin today.
When I received word of Yolanda having made her transition, I was in Mill Valley. I thought, ‘What better place to honor Yo’s soul than a peaceful walk on Mt. Tam.’

For Yolanda

The flutter of wings from a passing bird.
A bee whizzing by my ear.
The steady gaze of a lizard’s stare
frozen on a sun-baked trail.
The wind stops and a buzzing mosquito takes center stage.
The wind returns, and to my delight, the mosquito blows away.

The view from the western slope of Mt Tam is dreamlike today. The mountain’s golden grasses are bathed in afternoon sun. Below, a bank of fog partially cloaks the ocean. A bird’s eye view is offered revealing the glassy surf at Stinson. Nearby, Bolinas reaches out to the sea looking like the dorsal fin of a giant dolphin. In the foreground, evergreens rise with arms outstretched in praise of the sun.

As I sit overlooking this wonderland
I see... and hear... and feel...
Yolanda.
Now and always,

Love John