I thought I might find you here
coaxing your precious plants to feed our family
with the help of shape shifters that transport mist
from mountain peaks that seduce the foolish
from insistent waves that soothe the senses
from meandering streams that inspire the poet
from salty tears that contain life’s yearning.
But the cerulean garden was heaven’s camouflage
for the ancient future of hope
that I might find you here.
Perhaps next time.
This is a re-post from November 2012. I took this photo from the airplane as I was about to land in Hawaii. It was like flying through heaven. I changed the original title (“I Thought I Might Find You Here”).