Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Life On a Streetcar

What matters most
is that I slow down enough
to drink in the
swirl of clouds
against the fading pink
and orange horizon,

but I will not linger there
too long,
for life
and all its demands
speeds by
like a cable car,

so I’ll pick up the pace
run alongside,
and hop on,
letting the breeze
wash over my smiling cheeks,

as the streetcar
randomly picks up some
and lets off others,

setting the stage
for the next

to rouse me
from my



  1. I do love a ride with a streetcar, to stand there and feel the wind in my hair, just like life can be when it's good.

    1. Back before 9/11 happened, my ex husband (with whom I became friends again after the strife of our marriage and divorce) worked for United Airlines, and one day he took me and our son on a day trip to San Francisco. I decided it was a city I enjoyed visiting, but I wouldn't want to live there. It's very busy at all times. Still, we enjoyed riding the cable car and the BART, visiting Chinatown and Ghirardelli Square, and eating the freshest seafood ever in copious amounts.

  2. Your beautiful poem reminds me that it's been way too long since I actually appreciated a sunrise or sunset. My life revolves around my job and taking care of other people. I work from 6 PM to 6 AM, and I see both the sunrise and the sunset, but it's been a long time since I noticed either.

  3. What a beautiful use of metaphor

    I'm happy you dropped in to read mine. Have a good Tuesday Buddah

    Much love...

  4. Oh my, that is so true. What a "marvelous, breathtaking
    surprise" life is if we have the right perspective.

  5. How I love this poem! So beautiful...

  6. The imagery in the third stanza is just flawless, Mosk. Love this.

  7. Ahhh, nice. Just to slow down and notice. Well done, in life and in verse.