Traveling across the Yolo causeway,
I’ve had cool wind in my hair.
But have never given colitas a care.
I’ve stood in a doorway
And glanced over the bay.
I’ve heard a mission bell
And become drunk off Zinfandel.
I’ve been to a California motel
And heard an echo from a seashell.
It was such a lovely place
With a comforting embrace.
This felt like a song or an image from a song to me. There are sensations that no matter how transitory we recall those as strongly as a word someone spoke. This poem resonated for me in just that way. Very nice.
Love the traveling we do through these lines.
Love how you incorporated California Dreamin’ into your poem! Great piece!
And being an Eagle’s fan, this poem fit for me, too! I was in Mexico and ‘heard the Mission bell’ from a hotel some say was where they wrote the song, “Hotel California”. Thanks for a walk down memory lane!