Poetry
1 min
A Familiar Breeze
Kiana G.
I imagine I am the breeze and I can travel everywhere
I travel low through the fog of Oakland, San Francisco, Berkeley, and Fremont
I am a part of every life in every place
I travel low through the fog of Oakland, San Francisco, Berkeley, and Fremont
I am a part of every life in every place
I flow through a girl's hair, laughing next to the bow in Rincon Park
I blow down to the bay to watch the ships travel under the Golden Gate
I float to the Palace of Fine Arts, frozen in a graduation photo
The flowers, the trees, the grass
The food, the art, the music
I am all around them, and they are all around me
The buildings, the businesses, the homes
The friends, the families, the pets
I watch them change, and I watch them grow
I flow with a homerun baseball in Oracle Park, hearing the cheering fans as I drop into the bay
I blow through the fog carrying the noise of the barking seals from Pier 39 to Ghirardelli Square
I float up to the Twin Peaks looking out at the bright lights that flash all throughout the night
The smell of sourdough, the smell of crab
I carry the scent to the unsuspecting, hopeful noses
Every person I see, I find beauty
Everywhere I wonder, I capture a memory
I am just a girl, but I have traveled with the breeze
I am a girl surrounded by the fog, but I am not scared
It wraps me in its familiar embrace to keep me safe
When I feel it, I know I am home
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