Arrayed organs of sugar’s sweet birth,
the valves, the catwalk, the reservoirs
stout beneath bosses’ offices and a
wind-stretched American flag. Docks below
on Carquinez Strait once welcomed ships
from Hawaiian islands laden with cane.
Creosote pilings molder now, a century’s
tides having had their way. A refinery of
sugar is most needed in these bitter days,
distilling the positive and discarding the rest.
May there be more reservoirs of goodwill,
may there be open arms embracing bounty
from elsewhere. Only then can we taste
the sweetness our future holds.