Indian Rock

This is where I run to you

This is where sit

look

pray

wait

listen

This is where I am

Over the rocky crags, up chiseled stoney steps, from everywhere and nowhere

Friends, three

Talking - music, laughing, joking, taking photos [front back] for three friends 

2 Wisconsin's 1 San Franciscan 

A family, mother father two adult sons

Trying to capture the beauty of the sunset 

But neither camera, phone not panorama could

"Too orange-y"

A guy, headphones, shoes, hood on, brooding gaze

I decide he's a cousin of the friend he resembles 

Nathan

Two women move from a rocky crook further down

To see the same sunset

Less orange in real life

Nathan's cousin glances at them 

As they share a blanket

The blonde women wraps her arms around the other securing the blanket 

Her love around-what is apparent to Nathan's cousin and I-as her love

A man and women come to stand 

Looking out together

Not sitting

No plans to linger in the bay air as the night chill sets in while the sun sets

We all separately and collectively

Endure the cold nipping at finger, toes, and nose

We endure I suppose 

To feel small amidst the scene of the bay, oakland to San Rafael spread across the sky

To take in the fading night

To sit with the ones we love

To sit with the thoughts of what we love

Nathan's cousin looks on at the man and women

Now in each other's embrace 

Exchanging a kiss

He thinks [I think] reminders of a longing just below the surface of my skin

Not hard to awaken

Not hard to find

But the view

My God ushers me to

Not stay in my small thoughts

I melt into the roaring, urging universe

Small being with small thoughts

See the entirety

Do not settle 

A family, father and two daughters 

He walks behind holding flowers they picked along their walk

The youngest climbs to the top telling to young women

Once young girls

"My dad let's us sit up here"

The young woman replies "It's only fitting; it's the most beautiful spot"

Separately

Collectively

We

Seek to feel small

We climb, walk, crawl, fly, run to look for something greater than us

We seek to feel big

Important 

Our existence meaningful

Reaching 

Working

Unsatisfied

Waiting

Hoping

Despairing

Satisfied

Misguided

Deceived

Aware

Here is where I run to you

Here is where I feel small

& though I grasp for the sands of the night slipping through the crevices between my fingers

Night has fallen

Family, friends, lovers leave

I go praying that I carry this view as I walk down the chiseled stoney steps.