drifts my mind into sun and waves.
My only job is to know when the water will skip the stones to skin my seat.
My eight dollar black cap keeps my brain from melting while white cold wine
keeps reappearing like magic in my cup.
Rocks on rocks
rumble like hoodlums from my neighborhood.
I'm further than I've ever been.
The point shines light on parched dry earth.
The salt and heat and lack of rain
humbles places I'd like to step.
Seals on boards spy the spray as they turn their cones up.
White foam froths and pounces and pleads
as lava is caressed into distant sand.
I long for more color
amidst the black and brown and yellow.
I long for contrast and lack of fear regardless of the tide.
I long for legs and entanglement between him and I.
The days are long like weeks or years.
Slow methodical planned out days
starting with walks ending with drinks.
He came home.
At first it was weird like talking when there should be quiet. But not for long.
Before I could complain it shifted to where is he now? Where'd he go?
I didn't realize that fate was so small
starting in bar rooms and ending on beaches.
The most interesting things last a moment
like a joke between lovers.
It feels too good to say goodbye
but goodbyes always knock.
I'd like to stay and sip on beer from a big can.
I got it going on
eating guacamole, chips and stir fry in the sun
shade and wind.
We're going to the beach again today to eat Lilikoi's.
It's the only place that flattens my suspense.
But the cow with the white face haunts me.
She follows me with her eyes rocking her head
like a doll that sits on your dashboard
teasing me with her scared knowledge
that only sages and clowns understand.