“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils.”
“To behold the wandering moon,
Riding near her highest noon,
Like one that had been led astray
Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;
And oft, as if her head she bowed,
Stooping through a fleecy cloud.”
“Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine,
so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.”
Boats and booze go together.
Or maybe I drink to forget.
Yesterday was my
On September 8, 1992
I moved all my stuff,
even Previous Kitty,
onto this boat.
3 days later
took dead aim at Waikiki.
I was too tired to move,
so we rode it out
shrieking winds, lashing surf
Capricious Iniki headed for hapless Kauai instead.
I drove my taxi from this harbor,
got my first professional job
(and left it);
I wrote a novel at this drop-down desk,
from here on board every day.
To read how it all began:
Some people do not have homes at all,
but I have a deck overhead.
For years I have driven past Mekaleka Street,
and Ekela Street without knowing what those names meant.
Well now I know!
Mekaleka = Margaret
Ekela = Ethel.
The familiar is always ready to serve up unseen treasures.
YOUR photos and blogs prove that to me everyday!
Your launch is here to take you back to the shore.
All ashore that's going ashore.
But please come back tomorrow,
to ride here at anchor
and sing a song together.
A L O H A! Cloudia