Kayakers and cormorants glide
across wrinkled inlet bordered by
Sausalito, Tiburon, Angel Island.
A blue and white sailboat swings
around anchor chain in lazy spirals.
Mist obliterates red spires of Golden Gate Bridge,
encircles Fisherman’s Wharf,
bullet-shaped concrete towers.
Sunlight fractures into diamonds
refracted by sparkling water.
An absence of obligations declutters day.
Gray and white sea gulls dip,
soar on invisible currents.
I retire to deck lounge chair,
let my shoulders relax, drink cold Perrier.