A day of surprise and joy
A day of surprise and joy
No matter my home
My soul is of Hawai‛i
I heed her spirit
on hot summer days
This six-foot potted plumeria tree started as a cutting I bought at the Honolulu International Airport. In winter, it lives in our garage given our finicky Texas weather.
of thoughts in shapes and colors.
Protea at Kula Botanical Garden, Kula, Maui, Hawaii (2010)
How she longs for the deep slumber of eons past
so she can dream of a simpler existence
when she swam in the cool waters of a lake of her creation
whose green waters merged Pacific Ocean brine
with rainwater swirling in earthen veins deep in the island belly.
Where she emerges refreshed and baptized yet again,
her raven hair flowing over her wide shoulders and draping her brown breasts
her flesh caressed by cool tradewinds whispering her name.
But she could no sooner retreat behind this memory
than she could delay the birth of this child
conceived by a fiery seed before time was invented
when there was yet no one to worship the gods
whose only destiny was to shape all that was forthcoming.
No doula was present to relieve the cadence of her quickening.
And though she has birthed many, she is not prepared for this new one.
Its strength and persistence demand existence
with a greedy hunger for all in its path.
Her guttural moans spew fire and rock and ash and vapor.
Her contractions cause deep fissures in the earth’s crusty skin.
The heat of her pains scorch villages and forests.
Her precious lake evaporates when she exhales in fury.
Her sweat steams the sea.
Yet even as she begs the heavens to let this birth be done,
her child continues to come forth and, with impish audacity,
consumes homes and playgrounds of mere humans
and imposes its presence on the ocean most vast.
Photo from U.S. Geological Survey photos on the Kilauea Volcano
A common sight from Diamond Head, Waikiki, Oahu, Hawaii . . .
Just this once, Lady Aurora *
will you delay the banishment of the night’s coverings
of sleep sojourns and nocturnal secrets?
Delay your radiating of the sky heavens
with your infinite lumens that expose angles and circles
of our daily labors and mortality.
Let me tarry in this dawn ‘tween world
so I can still enjoy echo laughter of old friends
as their footfalls grace the trails of Tantalus. **
Let me savor the fading wafts of salty air
and hear the soft hissing of the Pacific Ocean
seeping into the sands of Kona. ***
Let me wake just enough to recognize the shadow
of my dreams though I live in your light world
while I simultaneously breathe sweet thoughts of fond times.
Then I shall be ready for your warmth, dear Lady
and gladly open my eyes to greet you in song
and rejoice in hopes you bring to this new day.
* Aurora is the Roman god of dawn who renews herself every morning and flies across the sky.
** Tantalus is a wonderfully whimsical mountain on Oahu, Hawaii. It is said to have been named after the Greek god who, always thirsty, was punished by being placed in a pool of water. When he tried to drink, the water receded.
*** Kona sands grace the west coast of the southernmost island in Hawaii.
Photo taken in the summer dawn in Harmony Park, Trophy Club, Texas.