Note to self...

A day in Dolores Park

The sea is shifting

The mountains moving

And it begs the question

What will become

Even the ground beneath the feet

Trembles with uncertainty

So what is constant

What is real

What is true

The feet, ready

The lungs, ready

The heart, ready

The soul, ready

And the spirit, here, now

And Love, so much Love

(And of course...Coffee)