Sky, the color of steel,
More winter than spring
Releases a torrent of rain
To pound on the roof
And remind me
Of sorrows past
Rain pounding on the roof
And I am all alone
Sky, the color of steel,
More winter than spring
Releases a torrent of rain
To pound on the roof
And remind me
Of sorrows past
Rain pounding on the roof
And I am all alone
Pre-season
In the topmost seats of the stadium
nestled under a blanket
in the dark
We watch and wait
A crack of the bat
sends Posey’s ball over the fence
while the blood moon rests
atop the flashing scoreboard
And a lone seagull soars
Culturefest at school
Rock with an Indian beat
Girls sing in saris
Wake Up Call
The routine sameness of the drive to work.
Sorting through the day ahead.
This, then that, this, then that
Next to me, great blue heron
Gliding along, matching me mile for mile
Startles me back into a bigger life, waiting.
A new day dawns
A new era begins
This day, today
Built on a vision of kindness and civility
Passed from hand to hand, heart to heart
Past becomes future, a rhythmic drumbeat,
Carried on each heartbeat
Student by student by student
Today we hear the drumbeat
Of Respect
Of Integrity
Of Diversity
Of Teamwork
Of Ethical Leadership
Of Creativity and Innovation
Of Advocacy for all learners
The persistent advocacy of education that matters for one, for all
Passed from hand to hand, heart to heart,
Teacher to teacher, drummer to drummer, leader to leader
Here and now
Karen Sakata, your moment is our moment
From there to here, you’ve traveled well
Following your passion with strength and compassion
Listening loudly to each child in need
Lifting the spirit, spreading the word
Drumbeat by drumbeat, heartbeat by heartbeat,
Walking the true path and leading with love
Photo credit: Susan Tripp Pollard, Bay Area News Group
When the lights go out, there is only darkness
Cold and empty, empty space
at first
But slowly, ever so slowly,
the lights come on again
one by one,
powered by memory and ritual and reminders
that live on in others –
that laugh, those eyes, that way of being
passed from one to the other through the years
Tonight we celebrate what was, what is, what will be
The lasting gift of forever that shines through the darkness
The spirit of love that lives on and on and on and on
represented by a string of lights,
ever connected,
one light to one light to our light together
The City of San Ramon opened its 58th park this weekend. Here’s the poem read at the celebration.
Look around,
the vast rolling hills
are changing right before our eyes
So hard to imagine what’s there
when we roll back the years
Can you picture it?
These hills that we call ours, belonged to someone else, long ago
The land calls out a litany of names
Bernal, Norris, Fallon,
Fremont, Vallejo, Harlan,
Dougherty
They claimed this valley floor that we call home
Among the rest stood a man of action called Amador,
living large on the land, before lending his name to this beautiful place
a settlement at the crossroads of time and history
built in this wild open space where we now stand,
ready to call it our own
The future is ours as we gather
to commemorate the past
while we celebrate community
and dedicate this glorious park
built on our dreams for our children
Here they can play and laugh and grow strong
And know that everything old is new once again
Today is a groundbreaking ceremony for the new San Ramon City Center. Here is the poem I’ll be reading at the ceremony.
Sacred ritual, this breaking of the ground
Shovel poised and ready
To turn a little bit of earth over
Under blue skies and Diablo’s watchful eye
A ceremonial promise to our children made here today
As dormant field gives way to fertile new life
Becoming hardscape heartspace,
Holding nature’s green space,
Growing vibrant, San Ramon’s City Center
Poised proudly on the edge of the future
We embrace words spoken solemnly
Proclaiming this moment momentous
This small mound of earth bearing witness to
The transformative power of community,
The communal power of our groundbreaking rite.
This morning I awoke to birdsong
A gentle breeze, cloudless bluesky day
Stretched out before me like an ocean
Vacation day,
All mine, to do as I please
I drop into a lounge chair
Pick up my book
War, imprisonment, starvation, cruelty
Greed, suffering, all the light we cannot see
People trapped in lives they did not choose
Fiction told in these pages I hold
The newspaper’s filled with the same
Story after true story after true story
All around the world
But not here
Not where I live and work and love and breathe freely
Not where I wave my flag listening to patriotic cries of horn and drum
Not here
This day is a gift
This freedom that I have, you have, we have
To be cherished and revered and kept sacred
To give thanks for on the 4th of July, yes
And to remember tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next
To be free is the greatest gift of all