I wrote this poem today. It came to me after I went for a walk because I could not find the focus or motivation to do much work.
It is a clear day
In the city by the bay
Please, Karl, stay away
We do not need your doom
We do not need your gloom
After all,
We get enough of that from Zoom
I wonder if the city knows
Does it recognize our woes?
Adapt to daily life’s new flows
The speed of our new pace
Everyone confined to their own space
A personal dormitory
A personal purgatory?
If it did, would it tell us?
Thank us for this respite
From screeching cable cars and too full buses
And tech’s amoral despots?
Tell us to enjoy the views
From Sutro, Twin Peaks, and the Nobs
All better than a trip to Bob’s
Donut crumbs leaving a trail of clues
Hints to enjoy more -
Learn Haight Street’s lore
Or dive into the city’s tales
Of Ohlone, missions, and humpback whales
After all, it is a clear day
In the city by the bay
A rare occasion
In its equation