Muir Woods [California, 1968] a Poem

Muir Woods

(California, l968)

Old trees, that is what they were,

So high, they merged with the sky--

Almost touched the upper void:

3000-years packed tightly into roots

Soil astronomy never saw--; here

Is where (in: 1968) my mother and I

Walked, side by side...down--, its

Old dirt pathway

As ever she strolled along beside me

Without a burden, slowly, a mile an

Hour. End of the road--across the

Blue bay, laid San Francisco.

Funny how we remember such simple

Afternoons, 30-years in the past, sitting

Here now at El Parquetito, in Miraflores;

Tomorrow, who knows what's next!

#1303 4/5/2006 (written in the afternoon, in Miraflores, Lima, Peru)) at El Parquetito Café/Restaurant; in 1968, my mother came to visit me from Minnesota, to San Francisco, I was but 21 or 22 years old at the time, and we went to Muir Woods, it was a most wholesome day, and the woods were most enchanting. I remember it being a highlight of her trip, that she was to spend one week with me, then go south to visit my brother. I remember the woods being cool, and it was a warm day, very warm day. There were several more trips we'd experience together: Canada, Jamaica, Mexico and Las Vegas, all wonderful trips. I had discovered, that she was easy to travel with, and it would take me a life time to find another person whom I could travel with without conflict, which was my wife Rosa.