Life In The Pacific Northwest
Riding the ferry
From shore to shore for hours
Talking to strangers
I’ve been thinking a lot of my grandfather lately. He spent years driving trucks throughout the region. His gift for connecting with people his deep. He had friends all over Edmonds. I emulate him… in my own way.
Here is Seattle
The rain falls in January
Vigorously at times
Mostly, though,
A sorrowful mist
Seeping into your bones
Bringing an ache
Moving from your marrow
Into your heart
As we await the return
Of sunlight and life
Moving day
Changes arrived
Blending excitement
Within sadness
Transitions leave some
Behind while
Potential is birthed