The Ridge as Seen Through the Barrel Porthole
Hard to believe that this is 30 minutes drive from SF
One of the best private drive views I know in the world. The SF peninsula on the horizon
On assignment in LA. A good chance to catch up with my old college buddy Bob Stulberg and my former NYC buddy Lizabeth Allen. Bob has been doing the entertainment law thing (recently for An Inconvenient Truth). Lizabeth has been selling drugs (the legal kind) and has just done a new commercial on Sprint where she plays an angry woman who evens the score with two geeks who hide her cellphone.
Ode to Starbuck Playhouse
Our decision to acquiesce to
You
The rhythm of the moonrise
And the sunset
The in tide
And the out
The star shine
Through single paned windows
We have decided to let
Our chests lay bare
To your poetry
As seen in the midst
Of the Mamma hills
Your bosom
And your rocky crags
Your ancient airy redwood
Stand
We have decided to
Forgo
The convenient way
The faster road
The square edges of smooth perfect carpet and straight narrow stairs
Instead we caress
Your jags, curves, sags and divots
They are – you
We bend our minds down
We know
We sense
You have a lesson to teach us
About rhythm
That you and you alone
Can
At this time provide us
A shelter that keeps us warm and safe
But not separated from the mamma herself
Rather- held
In the midst of her misty breath
Her wisdom
To live our lives as poetry
With the Kingdom of God
In our hearts