Dependency

The fog moves through the Presidio at dawn

37.8° of northern breath

122.4° toward the sun

We are a weight suspended over the throat of the sea

The iron oxide is a bright stain against the grey

1.618, the geometry of the heart

The spiral of a shell, the way your hand finds mine

It is a constant held in the architecture of the bone

Joseph Strauss carved a path through the Pacific gale

The rivets are the stars we placed within the wood (The arc of the world, the arc of the world)

1937, the year the metal bit the air

4000 feet of orange steel against the clouds

Orion watches the towers from his winter height

We were not built for the shore, but for the crossing

The tide pulls at the base of the ancient stone

But the suspension holds (Always returning)

0.0001" of movement

We lean into the wind and do not break

The water is deep and the air is heavy

Always returning to the center

Always returning