Time

A hand-written poem from 1991 (23 years-old)

I wrote this poem on the plane ride home after a trip to San Francisco from my home town of Waikiki.

It was my first Pride, and the first time I felt confident to do what I did (read about that trip here).

The Poem:

Riding off with a stranger in my arms — the cold air, kissing.

The San Francisco sunrise is just a memory to me now. I’ve seen the moon through sleepy eyes and greeted the sun with you by my side.

Time was never a factor until the day…