The Wolfku Garden - 5

I saw Chris Squire’s bass
It looked like Jacob’s ladder
Cautioning the sky

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When you walk or drive out to Point Saint George—a couple of miles to the west of Crescent City, California—you’ll see, if you pay attention, a rather tall (now inactive) radio tower. This tower, however, is rarely seen from any distance—except under odd light conditions.

Well, this morning—the very morning I had found out that Chris Squire (of Yes fame) had died—sported some amazing light conditions. There was a fog out on the Point, but a strong sun from the south-east nonetheless caught the radio tower head on and lit it up like a luminous, tall ladder reaching for the sky. I’m not sure what color it really is, to be honest, but this morning it was brilliantly and luminously white.

When this caught my eye, I was still walking north on Pebble Beach Drive, ruminating about Chris Squire and what an amazing bass player he had been (and how he considered Paul McCartney his inspiration). And yes, I have always liked (even loved at times) Yes, and have many of their albums.

And then, suddenly, as the sun broke through, out of the fog sprung this huge, white bass guitar neck which surely must belong to Chris Squire, and which he would soon swoop down to collect, since he’d need it in heaven.

And then the thought of Jacob’s ladder just arrived (out of who-knows-where—my mind is like that, nothing if not creatively imaginative) rising like a cautioning finger out of the fog, pointing to the sky and whoever needed cautioning up there.

The interesting thing is that at this point I had no idea what I was looking at. I had never seen the tower from that distance before and it was so white and so bright that I never put the two together. As far as I was concerned, this was Chris Squire’s bass guitar neck, soon to metamorphose into Jacob’s, tall, heaven-bound, cautioning ladder. Yes, altogether surreal.

So, I asked someone (also out and about this morning), “What is that thing?” pointing. “What thing?” “That tall white thing.” Out came binoculars, “Ah, must be the radio tower.”

Oh, shucks. Some mysteries should remain mysterious.