Fisherman’s Wharf

Viewed from the shelter
of Fog Harbour’s luxury,
Pier 39, a serene snapshot

vessels tethered silently
waiting, a single gull
bobbing nonchalantly by

sea-inspired dishes satiate
appetites, as we ponder
the legacy of Alcatraz

watch the ferries line up,
load up and slip away –
robotic whale-like rhythm

on a far dock, a gigantic
mass of darkened bodies
indiscernible from this height

the pungency of their odour
and discordant bray of roars
unavailable from our perch

afterwards, we will join
the serried rank of onlookers
attempt to determine who

is gawking at whom –
the oily swarm of lazy flesh
or the camera-toting fans

fulfilling our contract
as tourists, memorializing
San Francisco’s wonder.

(Daily Addictions prompt is gigantic, Fandango’s word of the day: contract , Ragtag Community has offered serried.  Image is from personal collection:  Pier 39, Fisherman’s Wharf, SF)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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