Cedar and Sea

Speaking to Tides, currents and waves.

Cedar And Sea

It was dusk with the crescent moon above the cedars overlooking the bluff that overlooked the water way that was said led to the bigger water that from the view of the moon, led to the other side of the world.

On the Bluff above the shore is a special place for Trees.

As the roots reach to the rocky pebbled beach

Roots exposed to ever lapping water

The push, then pull of waves.

The sound of the water as it comes and goes

Dripping off exposed roots,

Over time, exposing the underbelly that lies beneath the bark.

The skin that wraps the veins of the tree.

Water being pulled into the tree, then washed out as an ebb tide.

Lapping an applause like falling creeks

The Cedar Roots hold strong as the Earth on the edge of the waters waves erodes into its currents

Exposing Roots that connect to Trunks overlooking the bluff.

Waves splashing against, then washing away at its bark, Its inner bark, then skin, then as the tree releases parts of its inner self into the water to be carried by the currents.

This is where Sea and Tree are one and the same.

Speaking to tides, currents and waves.

Sheba and Mice

Last week, I heard a familiar guttural meow

When I first met Sheba, she was new in adulthood, belonged to my then roommate who had a house in North Seattle.

Next door was a house that had a rather rough past over the previous decade. It sat empty, needed some repairs, and its separate garage sat a couple feet away from the fence between the homes.

Sheba, like so many young cats, full of her hunter felineness, feisty, rambunctious, playful.

Her genocide on the local rodent population was both impressive and irritating.

I would find mice heads on the floor, an occasional rat that wasn’t that much smaller than her.

She would bring them to my bed, deliver them to my slippers.

I think she was convinced I could not feed myself.

At the foot of the stairs while I was working on some lamps

She spit out a baby that convulsed, then died.

Gruesome.

After all that, she really is a sweet cat.

Like many cats in my experience.

She did meet her match.

She got in a fight with a grey stray cat that had been circling the area for a while.

He beat her up, he made it clear who owned the territory outside.

He would lurk outside after that, I chased him off a few times

She was cautious after that.

Didn’t go outside as much.

Rarely caught a rodent

(which I thought was good)

But the change in her I thought was a little sad.

She is a little cat.

As big as her spirit is, she could not overcome the large grey cat that had a passion to keep his territory available for his food.

There was no further discussion for her.

She would go outside, but not for long, and didn’t go far.

If the door closed behind her, she would come back and paw at the door.

It was clear she wanted an escape.

A Few years ago, I moved into a house in Burien.

It was a house that had a number of stray cats.

She was timid to get to know the yard.

Wanted me around to escort her at first.

I kept an eye on her,

She came across strays that taught her of the pecking order of the neighborhood.

Indoor cats do not do well.

There were no mice. ( that’s a good thing )

We would take walks in the morning, in the evening.

She would smell bushes, walk cautiously as we did.

Eventually, she is comfortable with the door being open as she explores the yard alone.

Never gone too long, she comes in, checks on me, then steps out again.

Last week,

I heard a familiar guttural meow.

She had a small mouse in her mouth, she laid it at my feet while I was sitting at my desk.

It was whole, but dead.

She was proud of her catch.

It had been a long time.

I was surprised with the cats in the neighborhood that there were mice.

She found one. Caught it, did what cats do.

She was happy with herself.

It had been a long time.

This well into adulthood, pudgy indoor cat, still has the hunt in her eyes.

She loved being a cat again.

As much as I hate having to deal with dead rodents.

I was happy she was feeling her “catness”

Being Above and Inside

The bell of the flower leads them to the pollen sac

So, it was the beginning of it, which was the end of that.

Which makes you start from the bottom and work your way through it.

Binoculars, Bifocals,

Telescope, Tunnel vision

Then a view from box seats.

Hummingbirds and Wasps drink the same Nectars.

The bell of the flower leads them

To the pollen sac.

It hangs off the branch, the stem,

The base, the roots.

Its when Hummingbirds and Wasps

Have the same purpose,

It’s like being

Above and

Inside.

Just Before Lunch

Next stop
5 or 6 passengers are spread out at the stop area, with a distance from the bench, where a woman in her 50s, dressed for the streets is sitting alone.
I recognize her, Mental Illness. Not sure how she gets by in the world
I think she stays at several different shelters, she is loud, has aggressive expressions, cuss words, she is angry

A couple in their 30s step onto the Bus on College way.

He has a $5 bill that he slides into the cash box as I hand him 2 transfers.

“Thank you, sir, I have a question” sure I said leaning toward my plexiglass screen to hear him.

“My wife and I are having lunch in the International district.

Will this bus get us there?”

Yes, it will be my last stop, and I’ll make sure I announce we are there.

“Thank you”

They make thier way to their seats in front just behind the ADA section on the door side.

Next stop:

5 or 6 passengers are spread out at the stop area, with a distance from the bench, where a woman in her 50s, dressed for the streets is sitting alone.

I recognize her, Mental Illness.  Not sure how she gets by in the world

I think she stays at several different shelters, she is loud, has aggressive expressions, cuss words, she is angry.

The passengers hurriedly load before her, she takes her time to grab her stuff, sits in the ADA section just in front of the young couple.

As I pull out she is starting to cuss and chew out the invisible people in front and behind her.

At the next stop, a few people move away towards the back.

We continue through Ballard, Freemont, and Westlake as she relives whatever torments her as her volume gets louder, then she’s quiet, then starts in again.

We are downtown on 3rd and Marion,

She exists the bus, in front of the couple, He leans in in front of his wife

Protecting her from what might be an unexpected blow from her,

The woman is looking at me as she exists and is yelling at me

As I am now the focus of her anger as she exits.

The couple relax and lower their heads when she is gone.

My next stop is 3rd and James.

(1 stop away from the last stop)

Another woman, a little bit older,

Same condition gets on the bus,

Sits a few seats behind the couple,

Begins her rant,

We arrive at the end of the route, 3rd, and Main,

I ask if they are good from here,

Their eyes are wide open, she is visibly shaken.

He is not happy with their choice of transportation for the day.

“yea, were good” he says as his head shakes.

My layover at the base was quiet

Cookie and coffee.

Made my way back North

3rd and Union,

I have one passenger on my bus.

There is a Man, 20s with blood on his head, inebriated,

I watch him as I pull in and hope he doesn’t want on.

He sees my bus and backs up indicating to me, that this is not his bus.

I begin to pull away.

He walks into the side of the bus,

I stop.

He swaggers, then falls

I call it in.

My supervisor arrives, fire dept.

The one passenger steps off waits for another bus, wishing me luck.

A pedestrian has the incident on her phone and explains to the supervisor how he just walked into the bus.

And was drunk and yelling about a girl before the incident.

He is ok as the fire department arrived

He refused care, wished us all a good day, and to drive safe.

Metro towed the bus back to base (no damage just to do some prep work in case he tries to sue)

They drive me back to base, arrange another bus for me, send me out

I finish my day at the end of the next run,

Go back to base,

Fill out the paperwork

Go home, make myself a peanut butter sandwich,

Go to bed listening to a Sasquatch Podcast.