Last month I embarked a fun and memorable cross-country journey that took me from New York City to San Francisco. The trip was full of adventure and ceaseless action that inspired me to write 12 pages about it. They consist of short journal entries, poems, and visual descriptive writings. I’d like to share the following poem I wrote while sitting on a small stone barricade on one of the hills of the Marin Headlands adjacent to the Golden Gate Bridge.
Over two-hundred feet high, my feet were dangling along the ledge of the rocky hill overlooking the Bay. I wrote how I felt about being dazzled by the beauty of the Pacific Ocean as the sun drew closer to setting. It is titled, California Dream.
I walked across a bridge,
Long and tall,
That went between two hills and a ridge.
Had I fell, what a great fall.
The wind was strong and breezy.
The sun was centered at an acute angle in the sky,
Making life seem so beautifully easy.
The California living was laid back.
Surrounded by the graceful hills,
Grassy and classy, looks kill.
Deadly hallows in a vicious crack.
Full of caprice, one could smell it waiting to hit.
Setting flames to all the beauty once lit.
A curse in disguise, but a blessing to my eyes.
The Golden Gate is a stairway
To an abyss encompassed by bliss.
Nature’s finest getaway,
When you’re in hell, heaven you’ll most certainly miss.
Far from paradise, our damnation is more fair
Than the burning pain of existence’s despair.
All is not as it seems in a California dream.
Written by Mensur Gjonbalaj (January 20, 2013)
February 26, 2013