A small breath of San Diego Always sustains and nurtures me. Encircled, buoyed up by her scent Of eucalyptus mixed with sea. Every hill and building remains Affixed with my notion or smile. The mission washed white on the hill, Still pacifies me for awhile. My family history runs through here, As long as her great silver strand. Like jetty fingers that reach out, I’m linked to her ocean and land. A small breath of San Diego, It preserves my old memories, I find. The peace accrued in one day here, Is fostered for months in my mind. |
