San Diego, Emerald City

I wrote this in 2000, when I first arrived in San Diego after 12 years overseas in Greece. At times American life was a mystery to me. I was walking through Seaport Village at Xmas time and feeling a stranger. Emerald City of course is Coronado.

San Diego, Emerald City

I came to see the wizard!

To learn he is also human.

I walk from convention to convention center.

Up at lighted palm trees on my path.

Astonished by her opulence, just as in the movie.

Yellow brick paths lined with Xmas lights.

Shoppers exchanging sales, and I stand here

as an observer.

The customs, in which I cannot participate in as

I had traveled too long to be a part of. It enlivens my view.

Like a famous director of the scenes of life.

San Diego is a Shangrila for most!

I am grateful for the beauty.

But there’s no place like home.

There is no place like home.

Close my eyes and I am there.