Above the Cauldron:
San Francisco Bay near the Golden Gate Bridge
August 7, 1989

Here,
but not here only,
collide
currents from above,
below,
contend for place,
like human foes
jockey for position,

politely defer
one to the other,
but underneath
the satin skin
boil grief and anger
unseen,

and
through a break
in that fog
which hangs
perpetually
about the Golden Gate

the sun
blazes forth,
and it is
black;
the chill salt spray
lashes my face,
cries for me
when I cannot.

Poem ©1989 by Catherine A. Hampton. All rights reserved. Do not republish or distribute in any form, electronic or hard copy, without the author's permission.

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