So, this is how it goes for me. I tell myself to remember the directions, but I never do. It's cool. I get off the BART at Civic Center, because it's, you know, central, and pick a nice street to walk down, and walk aimlessly, and turn when it seems time to turn. Lots to see, people, buildings, weird plants, birds. Pretty soon I'm walking down a street whose name I recognize, and there's a garden, many windows, a gorgeous brick building, and it's the Zen Center. I've been wanting to find it.
So now I know where it is, and I think I can get there again -- anyway, I also saw where Mary Oliver is reading at this one bookstore on Van Ness in a couple of days. I love her stuff.
Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Also saw some of the setup for the Black and White Ball, which looks like it was quite the do, and wished I could have been there: Afrika Bambaataa spinning for a black tie crowd?? Y'all, San Francisco is kind of awesome.
And walked and walked and walked, and ended up at the Ferry Building, as one does, and had this fabulous green bean salad, excuse me, haricot vert, with fennel and meyer lemon and I don't know, something else, and... I know! Green beans! I can't get over it either. Totally made up for not having the cash for minidonuts at that one stand on Pier 39. That hurt.
And got back on the BART and came home. A great day off. And now tonight, here we be, and they've cancelled me again for the first four hours of my shift. Part of me worries about money, except that I'm guaranteed for any hours missed above 24, and anyway, whoever wants to work? Not me. Plus, 11 p.m. to 7 is way easy. They're sleeping.
I'm very happy about my JuC Swap assignment. Very. \o/
p.s., Fanfic writers! "Ghost" is not a verb. Thank you.