The Non-Discovery of San Francisco Bay

Drake, the clot, missed it by a mile.

That hook of rock failed to snag 

his sails into the only gap for a 

thousand miles and the Ohlone breathed 

easy in their skins unaware of the 

Great Inevitable whilst the dew 

on the antelope’s nose lay undisturbed. 

Salmon knew the river 

would not deepen. The eagle’s shadow

rippled like a whisper over desert

ridges. Grassland rolled a parody

of Atlantic waves. Crow and Lakota 

were still safe behind the Appalachians 

which dipped to the farms of the Puritans 

and the graves of the Seminole. 

One curious soul raised his head, 

wondered what lay beyond the forest

and the valleys. To the west.