January 15
big surf days the horizon akimbo music through the open window slack-keyed as the palms bend under the weight of all this sunset
big surf days the horizon akimbo music through the open window slack-keyed as the palms bend under the weight of all this sunset
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.
Napali coast so easy on the eyes hills softened by mist waves blunted by distance except sometimes falling like a rifle shot a retort and then that silence that so underscores the drama that preceded it high surf warning we watched it glut dry coves appetites whetted for destruction the ocean rampant avenging and we argued about the height of the waves breaking far offshore and if any were whales and it may be tempting to think clarity with distance but […]