Bill Fell 10/27/20 and 11/9,11/20

For Elizabeth, Patti and Lyle

                                     1.

Silver halos radiate from each footstep
Fade away at a stroller’s pace
Time to consider modern hominin imprints

Driftwood finds haven in a cliff face crack
A friend spots a flying alligator sculpture
Once seen, there it is, until whenever

Sand dollars, small crabs, heads or tails
All strewn along a tidal line
Far less fleeting than blankets of foam

Pelican squadron approaches from 9:00
Eyeing our camera, they line up, waving up and down
Out of sight, no fishing, they’ve somewhere else to be

A free-range black lab gallops across 
Sands, dry-warm, wet-cool, totally unscripted
Huge grins, gaiety all around
 

                                        2.


Driving through familiar landscapes, 
and ultimately to a place I’ve never been 

Seventy years on and just now getting to Bolinas
Causes and auspicious conditions line up

Tiny-town, hippie, artsy, maritime dankness
Fitting it all in to my storylines

Conga drums set up for some tunes later-on?
Perhaps.  But we’re just passing through

The one-room museum honors an elderly local bookmaker
Her old printing press, typefaces, graphics, poesy, thread  

Tide rushes out as seals head-bob in the current
When and where they’ll be next, being the question 

Pelicans roost on their for--now feeding ground
Co-existing with other species

Surfers dress up to catch a pre-dusk wave
For once this weekend, I’m not overdressed