We can’t agree
On the color of the sky
Or whether up
Is really there
Or if the sky
Is blue always
Or just sometimes
poetry, prose, and photography
We can’t agree
On the color of the sky
Or whether up
Is really there
Or if the sky
Is blue always
Or just sometimes

Motion of the stars
Life is constantly changing
Though all appears still
Sunlight has vanished
The summer night’s heat disturbs
My dream’s stay silent
Listen to the surf
The wave’s eternal motion
Lulling me to sleep
Serious precautions
I am deeply frustrated
For I’m still sunburned
My mind playing Iz*
A song I know
But whose name
Escapes me
Gentle and peaceful
Bringing me rest
And contentment
*If you aren’t familiar with the musician Iz, he was Israel Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole. Learn more about him here. He’s long been high in my list of favorite musicians.

The road goes further
Without places for dining
And the food was good
Exploring Hawaii, We went to a place called Southpointe. Ostensibly the southernmost pointe in the US. Hana Hou, the restaurant above is little ways away.
Nearby is a place called Paradise Meadows, which I found charming. A handy pit stop, with locally grown coffee and macadamia nuts. I enjoyed chatting with their collection of parrots.

Now the evening’s here
Waves raucous in the darkness
Such power calms me
This morning’s coolness
Echoes of her voice fading
Birdsong delights me