Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad XI"
 

  :-{}- ; 5:30 p.m.

Jetty Road

Before Mosslanding he took the road to

what is now a State Park. Open beaches for

the public, where public servants paid by

the public's dollars lock gates and prevent the

public from enjoying public land

access as these public servants see fit.

Paradox or not?

A monumental place

for many years

where lovers parked, cars rocked,

overlooking the jetty, busying

themselves with

the finer things in life.

Yes! There he took his smelly pants off,

just like he used to do.

Yet this time it was to get into

the clean pair of jogging pants

his own, which he kept

handy in the boot.

Airing out the smell from his car

he looked at the

signs of regress by having the State

regulating the does and don'ts

causing restrictions for its people

all paid for by these people's and his tax dollars.

- Jetty Road now at night was being closed -

the beach access restricted.

A distant view at Lovers Point

this was the historic landmark for many

of this county's lovers.

To lock it up at night: Progress?

No! Cruel reality.

Access or not?

Countless births had started right here,

sperms counted and discounted.

The moon above the ocean to one side

and the safe harbor and slips

for vessels of pleasure and work

boats from the boat yard

were opening wide

and closing

their eyes in understanding.

Mother nature and the Pacific Ocean

alike were looking on, so

were some people

from a distance beyond the jetty.

He noticed the new development

on the other side of the harbor

where a fish-house dominated

the sand-spit. Not selling

but to study and protect fish,

that didn't fill his growling tummy.

He knew whaling used to be

big business, it moved this

harbor here where it was now.

Here the Salinas river used to

meet the open sea once.

Yet Fish-On-Display, the bays crown-

jewel had made its home-port

in the muddy waters under

the stacks of the idle power-plant.

  :-()-:

  ...Deborah...