A Midwinters Day In San Diego

A midwinters day in San Diego

Such a day

Is an uncanny thing

 

I awake to find

A relentless rain

And toss on

My heaviest coat

Lined with nylon

 

Reaching my car

My hair is soaked

A red-brown mop

The rain is glimmering white

I think of nothing

 

Later I park

Outside the café

Run by an old Palestinian man

And the soup is delicious

 

Heaven’s tub is plugged

By an angel’s finger

The sun casts an orange veneer

On everything

Nobody thinks

Everybody talks

 

America’s finest city

Is still asleep

In the future

Where it thinks there is time