All these words are easy
to write: In the grove,
purple orchids delve into air,
at night, the squat palm by the door
is a fistful of feathers.
But you, mi amor—
Bird calls bubbling, water
around a drain, even inland
from Hanelei the world is water,
breezes like rain among fat
rubber leaves. I sit and watch
stray cats prowl beneath
the lanai like soft gray
afterthoughts, impervious
to my calls. All day, big waves,
heard even from the taro fields.
Some things remain
comfortably beyond me.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Someone sounds relaxed…
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wonderfully serene and beautiful. i felt like i was right there, with you. amazing.
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Thanks, Kat!
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you are very welcome! x
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*sighs*. My favourite bit was how the cats are like afterthoughts. They have a way of sneaking up on you, This is lovely. What a musical word, ‘Hanelei’ like the word for a farewell or a woman’s name. Thank you. 🙂
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There is a song that goes Hanelei, Hanelei moon… am fond of singing it for that exact reason 🙂
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Charning. Lei is ‘flower’ in Hawaiian non?
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*charming even!
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Beautiful
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Thanks!
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This is such an awesome poem
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