Bernal Hill
by Randall Mann
Something has to give.
We stand above it all.
Below, the buildings’ tall
but tiny narrative.
The water’s always near,
you say. And so are you,
for now. It has to do.
There’s little left to fear.
A wind so cold, one might
forget that winter’s gone.
The city lights are on
for us, to us, tonight.
(source: Poetry magazine)
Lovely poem and photograph.
I especially like this stanza:
The water’s always near,
you say. And so are you,
for now. It has to do.
There’s little left to fear.
Wonderful rhythm….
I know, I love them both! I think I found the poem when I was looking for neighborhood blogs or something equally mundane. It’s great to have these lucky reminders of where I am really living. :)