Beach House Memory

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.

Colours

   beauty in a tropical
garden, warm space,
very cool spot to be...

   looking at exotic
colours, rich purple
      and vivid green.


looking at her face,
(a pretty little girl)

      she told me she
   was ugly, her skin 
colour wasn't white.

      the air was thin, 
and dizzy on my feet,
      i found true 
   words to say

this child was
      too sweet,
to hear or say
      such evil.

   i had to say, 
"that isn't true".
 
   she was sweet 
as sweet can be.

someone filled 
      her mind
with evil lies,

things she must
      not believe.


   beauty in a tropical
garden, warm space,
very cool spot to be...

   looking at exotic
colours, rich purple
      and vivid green.

African Tulip Tree

African Tulip Tree

once they borrowed
   this invasive tree,
   brought from afar
      to hawai'i.

     it was imported
from a world away,
once transplanted
   it just got away.

spread like disease, 
      among a flock,
   we heard it so.

   so many things
we do will fail us.

   time will bring
   surprises that
      we cannot
understand.

our great works 
   impress us so.

      new evils
      seem to
surprise us;

but we may 
      still endure.





Coral Sand, Black Lava

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.

Dried Thistle

Dried Thistle

sharp and prickly
to protect herself,

her tender heart,
   broken so many 
      times before.

and so proctected,
   we might also be,

except that there 
      is such a price
to pay for nearly
perfect protection.

      today it snows.
we hunker down,

protected from cold
by extra insulation,
 
   so we can nap on
a winter afternoon.

   a thistle flower is
a beautiful thing,
clearly something
   to be protected..