Refresher at the DeYoung Museum

We drove into the dripping fogcloud, nestled ourselves in Golden Gate Park;
ran across Strybing’s damp green lawns, held hands across Lincoln avenue;
climbed sculptures, tripped security fences;
touched artwork, careened down staircases;
shotgunned white halls, leapt off sacred benches;
sweated, grimaced, laughed, shrieked, held hands;
faceplanted onto a mirrored glass exhibit case,
you guessed who: Chas
took pictures, toppled glass vases;
stampeded back through the arboretum,
held hands under the weepy eucalyptus;
chased squirrels, held hands across Lincoln Avenue;
squirmed in our seats, drank Thai beer;
savored a steaming bowl of pumpkin green curry
corn cakes, satay and pad thai
held hands under the table
another beer, a better reference point;
Amoeba records for a Dr. Who series DVD,
Goodwill, lucky me, offered
a handmade, tailored vintage women’s western blouse
Then a quiet moment off Haight, where I brainstormed in peace;
Then snaked along the San Andreas faultline,
watched the fogclouds creep over Skyline
like a suspended avalanche,
a stampede of white buffalo, frozen in time,
pink-tinged crests from the hidden sunset;
and sundown’s reflection off Loma Linda,
A blushing blue bear on our horizon.
And suddenly we were home.

++more photos are over on flickr++