Spring Seawall

drifting along
a beautiful
seawall on
an island,

they have
no agenda,
nor purpose.

on a day 
like this.

quarried stone
holds back waves,

waves breaking
on hard stone.

make no mistake;
any rock weathers
on these edges.

some last longer
than others. 
these stones last 
longer than we do.

for us the people 
are always the story.

and here, the story 
is that the people
do not seem so 
very important.

not much going on,
no real dramas
are unfolding.

the drama here
is all unseen,
and unseeable,
or maybe 
the drama is
the landscape.

Ring of Fire

   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.

Fire Air and Water

      a beach 
with no name,
where the lava
   flowed down
      to the sea,

   a secret place,
not on any map,

but a friendly
   local told us
      we should go.

   such a quiet,
private place
   in paradise!

no other tourists,
      we listened to
waves smashing
   on lava rocks

      the sound of
   seabirds and
the south pacific!

      a beach 
with no name,
where the lava
   flowed down
      to the sea,

   a secret place,
not on any map

Wave Break

once in a long time,
the wave you tried
      to photograph

is exactly right
   as your mind
   saw it, is there
in the camera.

   frozen, mid-air,
stopped and you
   see everything

as it was, and
      you want to
shout, really
      really loud.

   did i mention,
      it doesn't 
happen often?

      the horizon 
clearly curves,
   at the ends,
      when you get
   high enough
         you see it.

   sometimes we
need to see things
   from a little
      higher up,
      than our 
usual position 
to see things 
      as they
really are.

View From Above

   from way up there
i could see for miles.
the horizon curved.

(nothing flat there)
   the view was fine.

   island paradises
are sweet spots
   for a quick visit.

      why do i always
want to go home
about two weeks
   after arriving?

beautiful ocean
blue green and
      cloudy skies. 

gorgeous place
      with stories

      tropical rain
keeps things green

pirates died 
      of thirst
across the way.

      fifteen men on
a dead man's chest.
it was over there,
   on that beach.

and then the wind
blew up, furious!
      we had to go.