Marin Is…

Thank you, Marin County Fair, for awarding this poem 3rd place in Marvelous Marin Poetry!

Marin is…

 

Marin is the stuff of childhood art.

Green hills.

Blue skies.

Cotton candy clouds.

Little red farm houses.

Happy black and white cows.

 

Marin is the wilderness.

The ocean crashing, salty.

Seagulls, seals, pelicans.

A breath of mountain air.

Palm trees. Pines. Redwoods.

The inner peace you find out there.

 

Marin is the stuff of dreamers.

Hippies. Glorious hippies.

Artists. Folkies. Poets. Lefties.

Zen. Yoga. Organic foodie perfection.

Startups and mom and pops.

Lovely families in every direction.

 

Marin is

Traffic jams. Business suits. Coffee.

Bikers dodging. Hikers escaping.

The Prius tailgating me.

The second homeless man on the street.

That I am no better than he.

 

Marin is

hanging on by a thread

woven into stacks of

bus passes,

unemployment stubs,

resumes and applications

making up the book

of an unrealized life.

 

Marin is

a taste of the good life

as the bottle runs dry

and you know not

where the next drop

shall come from.

 

Marin was home.

 

Until it wasn’t.

 

Part of me never left.

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang of Vallejo, CA is the author of nine poetry collections, including 2016's Poet Loiterer which Kirkus Reviews described as containing "Free-spirited ideals couched in fairly infectious rhymes." She enjoys performing her poems at open mics and entering them in county fairs.