Mission Reach

The Mission was not San Jose,
It was simply too cold to fish,
too far to hike, and too easy to sit inside.

So we packed up, kicked the tires,
and peddled down the Mission Reach.

First we learned that shared experiences
beget shared experiences as we climbed
spiral staircases to views only my daughter foreknew.

Then we learned that peddling up hills
is rewarding, but flying down them is exciting.

History took over in rectangular reality
and active worship met authentic incarnation
as bells rang and time transfigured understanding.


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