The City shimmers in the distance
like a man made mountain range,
framed by a soaring bridge,
it’s feet set in different worlds,
One, leading to the wilderness tamed,
the other a gateway to nature,
primeval and unspoiled.

From high in the wooded hills a river
washes the waters of the bay,
cleansing it’s mirror
so that the old and the new can be seen
as reflections of each other.

Seals and salmon live in these waters
unaware of the unique blend of man
and nature,
the delicate balance so easily upset.

We take for granted the familiar
and only the traveler sees things
as they really are.

In time the wonder fades
only to be renewed by more corners turned,
new places seen,
old memories revisited.

Sitting on the beach with the sound of people,
ships and boats moving by in the morning mist
carrying hopes and dreams.
I wonder about what will be,
my future here
or where.