PEACE AT THE PIER

Jaliyah J. 10th  - Oakland, CA
The Berkeley Pier 
 Misty fog covering the sights of the Bay Bridge 
The cold air crashing into my face with each step I take

Sounds of the water crashing into the pillars 
Each time taking a thought away 

Sitting with my Grandmother casting away
Our thoughts, emptying our minds
Creating a space with only us present 
She is my peace

The fresh smell of outside 
Pine cones dropping crashing against the concrete 
The fishy smell of the bait in the tackle box 
Filling my nose every time it’s opened 
The strong smell of cigarettes from the man across the pier running past my nose 

The pearlescent lures twinkle like stars 
With neon colors catching my eye 

Looking into the murky dark green water 
The sheer light allowing me to slightly see 
Into it’s dark depth
Wondering how many thoughts could get lost

Will this always be my peace ?
Will I come here and always feel the same?
My curiosity dissipates back into the space with only us present 
The pier is peace to me 
Sounds of the waves crashing against the pillars 
Remind me of my Grandmother 
She is my peace