F a e r n – I n – T h e – W o r k s

as the plane touches down in oakland

a bittersweet feeling overwhelms me.

well over 30 days ago i dropped everything , 30 + days away from my home , my life, my artwork.

as silver lined clouds greet us, hanging over san francisco’s compact bigness, these clouds,

they say hello when you cross the bay bridge you know.

blue skies, puffy clouds, so much a part of the little things.