monterey
Monterey, Monterey
City of Monterey bay.
City of a stingray petting pool.
Stingrays fly through water.
Got wings with perfect order,
Perfect water symmetry.
When I’m feeling disconnected,
A bit estranged, disaffected
I roll up my sleeve
And allow my hand to see.
Into, into the water
A tiny disruption of perfect order
Just on the chance that a stingray will kiss me.
I didn’t know your hand at all
Till I felt history’s call
Across a million years separated by a sea.
You got wings
And I got hands
Did you say, “No thank you to land
I’d rather just be?”
Sometimes we look
Into each other’s eyes.
Sometimes we hear
Each other’s sighs.
But the stingray’s always has another key.
That’s quite a gift that you give
Your freedom so I can live
In life’s calmest lee.
Monterey, Monterey
City of Monterey bay.
City of a stingray petting pool.