This Modern Age

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

Waking in Kona, the surf singing to me 

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. 

Journeys to the End

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.

I’m Awaiting Dawn: Today’s Haiku

 

This morning’s haiku is connected to waking up too dang early. I’m awaiting my pending alarm.