look and see before it goes away. the sun is best just moments before the sky goes dark. she tells me when it hurts so very badly. i see so little, but i try to help, but am helpless. my sorrow is her pain must be hers alone. i cannot feel it, though it tortures me, because i know she is in pain, and i care. the sun is best just moments before the sky goes dark.
from here it looks so different, and it seems like another world, a wonder. someone thought its name might frighten tourists. so they put a different name on the map. local people laugh about it. they know that rattlesnakes are native too. they are not overly sensitive about it. and if tourists are too scarey, a good bite might set things right!
mute evidence of long ago eruption, cooling rocks swim in warm pacific waves. a thousand miles away a gentle breeze stirred a sea, and pushed a surface droplet against another and another. the pile rose and now waves wash over these dark rocks, we watch their rhythmical arrival, hear a pattern of splashes. they could be a clock, dividing our days. we might live between wave peaks, resting in valleys. and how the sun burns down on us.
Beach House Memory more than a hundred years have passed. these lava rocks: a high foundation on sea's edge. high up, it had to be, because rogue waves are real. and in the time, more than a hundred years, many rogue waves have washed such lava foundations, belief systems have collapsed and been replaced. some events can never be foreseen.
when the tide height's right, you may see this sight. a causeway to black rocks in a warm pacific ocean. lava flowed; it flowed again. we wandered, free as wind. beside the sea, a safe and easy place to set our tired feet, walking in our city shoes, smelling wonderful salty breezes.
i heard it said tree heliotrope is throughout much of oceana. so many places i have not been! toxic, they say, in large amounts. nobody would eat that much. crooked branches. who could build with such tangled wood as that? but trees like this are fine, so fine, for creating shade beneath a south pacific sun.
white coral sand, wet black lava, tropical seas, the summery sky! every day seems a wonderful dream. we eat shave ice but not much ice cream. a secret beach seems such an idea! down a private road, (we asked the young guard for access, quickly granted) we were on our way. a narrow road on white coral sand, a gift from the bowels of many parrotfish, and we are grateful. a wonderful uncrowded beach. we carried on, to welcome shade beneath hot sunny skies. in black and white, feeling, no surprise.
here is a photo a camera wouldn't do. maybe it could, but it wouldn't. difficult is a challenge, something we might do, if we try hard. impossible is challenging too. though we can't do it, we'll try until we die. challenges entertain us. we enjoy chasing the impossible.
forever, it flowed to the sea: hot orange rock, thick liquid rolling, down to the sea, too hot to imagine. bright orange in darkness, flowing lava makes such a festive nighttime show for all the tourists. steam hisses as liquid rock hits the ocean waves. cooling boulders fall even further, under the waves until something stops them.
from high above, i look at rushing waters, spilling over wet and rounded rocks. our lives too sometimes rush, spilling over rocky dangers, where we might smash, breaking ribs and more, desperately struggling in wild torrents, gasping for air. from cliffside outlooks, it all looks beautiful and peaceful. but sometimes in rushing tumults, we learn desperation, beaten by wild currents, we sometimes survive.