A white linen townSteam-pressed to perfection.
You are quaint luxury,
Traditional innovation,
Youthful antiquity.
In your paradox lives
Millennial dreams and baby-boomer rest.
Life has given me this trade:
The diligent, immigrant charm
I've so dearly loved,
For this impossibility
Of adults at lazy brunch on a Thursday.
You've been the backdrop to my love story
Your "for here" lattes and sunny breezes
Fueling my pursuit of Christ.
You're the storybook beach house location
Of my eternal summer love affair with God.
Your clouds drift faster,
Your rain is sweeter,
Yet in it all a dreamy presence hangs.
And I know that when it comes down to it,
You're a bit of a commitment-phobe,
At least in regards to me.
I accept that, and I vow
To relish in you now,
To cherish you and adore you,
For all the time we have left,
In awareness of your fleeting nature.
You rock. Don't ever change.
Don't settle down while I'm gone.
I'll be back for you, La Jolla
If only to revisit and recollect.
Because I know your secret,
That all you are is but a fantasy,
It is one I,
Will gladly believe.
