I wanted to come here, to sit 
and write a letter 
that would resolve problems 
resulting from misfortunes 
in my past--mistakes made, 
poor communications, 
indecisions-- lament those 
never-found solutions. 

Here I am with that intention. 
Sitting in North Beach 
on concrete steps 
under a sprinkle of rain, 
unable to find the opening 
lines of my release. 
Words to write or say 
that will bring me 
what I want, my freedom--
change my mind, 
thoughts and ideas. 
All too late to renew,
 transform into...
what I've finally decided 
the right karma of truth. 

Too long uncertain, still 
not knowing what words 
to grasp hold of that 
tell the truth of feeling. 
The thing unseen, unknown 
by me--that one rare being.