I'm just getting to these now, Stephen, but what a gift, indeed, & so 
neatly led up to, for you, & now for us. I've seen that view, as a 
visitor, & it is one of the views that would give such possibilities. 
'It' doesn't fall into some other word/thing, as it's all....

On 12-Jan-05, at 11:25 AM, Stephen Vincent wrote:

> My father, now almost 93, had a stroke recently that has meant his
> mental-to-language function is impaired. Looking up, "birds" become 
> "buses,"
> etc. It's painful to witness. A community leader, he liked so much to 
> think,
> articulate and work to solve things.
> On Sunday I take him out to Point Richmond and Ferry Point on the San
> Francisco Bay; it is the place where he grew up and devoted much of 
> his life
> as a boat builder, sailor, activist for Bay Parks, trails, etc.  We 
> walk out
> in into the middle of the grassy park. Looking across the waters is an
> extraordinary 240 degree panoramic view  -  around from the north we 
> see the
> San Rafael-Richmond Bridge, Mt. Tamalpias, the Marin Country shore, 
> Angel
> Island, Racoon Straights, the San Francisco port & skyline, the Bay 
> Bridge,
> Treasure Island, and the Port of Oakland.
> The day's high clouds are broken by winter sunlight. My father keeps
> slightly opening and spreading his arms and hands out from his the 
> sides of
> his hips, repeating, telling me,  "It's all here. It's all here."
> It was quite amazing and a gift. This embrace of a place and a life.
> Stephen V

Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton  Alberta  T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320

The poet is ecstatic, having dreamt of this visit for weeks.
He takes Erato’s face, dribbling and wild, between his hands

and kisses her gently as if she were a runaway teenager.

                        Diana Hartog