June 14, 2005

  • The Sun Crane

    The day started as a shower's
    damp towel; dawn and humid.  The cool ocean water wore a cap of
    mist about two hundred feet high.  There is a new new building
    going up which has a massive Crane in the yard.  The Crane was so
    big the assembly of the beast took a week and several tractor trailers
    and crew.  I came out of the station and glanced up at the
    sun.  The mist allowed me to look up at it freely its yellow ball
    pale and shown through the water veil.  At that first glance the
    the Crane's mast was fully elevated, its top obscurred in the the ocean
    fog.  The first two thirds of the mighty arm punching upward into
    gray soupy nothing, out of sight, lost to the ether and heaven. 
    The angle of it made it seem if you drew a line through the fog 
    the arm hung above the sun.  And you could imagine the Crane's
    hook, two cables steadying it, holding up that fiery orb.  That
    huge weight, the massive Sun hanging off of that hook, all that
    interplanetary force transferring down the steel and cable to the
    machinery and down through the treads to small Mother Earth.  The
    effect was felt, standing there at the harbor with the ocean breeze
    slapping your cheek, you flexing your toes to steady yourself - perhaps
    to help prop the firmament up a bit and the Sun Crane holding the
    blazing summer Sun high in the early morning mist.

    - I just see these things ...