Fort Point


Today a blessed breeze carries me back more than half a century to a little pier that juts out adjacent to the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, called Fort Point.

It is Sunday, and in the womb of that infinite afternoon, as I sit silently by my father, the two of us nominally fishing for crabs, the caw of fluttering seagulls echoes lazily in the warm wind.

Inhaling once again the intoxicating old creosote smeared on the pier’s pilings, stirred with the salty sea aromas and the richness of the lingering fish flavors drying out along the pier, I gaze out across the bay, which is speckled with the white sails of dozens of boats criss-crossing through the emerald waters.

Time dissolves in the perfection of this moment, and tears stream freely down my face. This was before I knew anything at all, and yet, sitting here in the midst of my reveries, I realize that everything I needed to know was known completely in that moment, and my father knew it too.

Now it all passes through me like this soft summer wind, and I am like a swinging door, no longer remembering in from out, past from present — just enjoying this breeze of memory, this afternoon in timelessness.





About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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