"The ornaments of your house
will be the guests who frequent it."
“That old black magic has me in its spell,
have become global garbage cans."
Jacques Yves Cousteau
I don't need to touch them. Not even talk.
A feeling passes between you both.
You're not alone."
This morning is hazy & still
with a tang of Autumnal chill in the air.
A gentle atmosphere pervades, as if the sky, sea and isle
were rendered in soft pastels.
thin from their trans-pacific flight,
settle in to the broad lawns of their winter territory.
The deep dawning present
expands like a deeply grateful breath.
Filling me with such NOW
that I have no room at all
for future worries or concerns..
Pele's vog wreathes us
hiding Oahu half in myth
like the legendary destination we are;
A living, glittering,
where the sheer intensity of beauty
charms us each away
from chronic ways of seeing,
Welcome to Waikiki in late October.
A quiet season
with ample time to wander
the freshening Trades will return
pushing winter along
whose clear blue skies
of amazing intensity,
whose hula-swaying palms,
will stir like mesmerized titans.
Mountains so sharp
they inscribe themselves,
into the viewers heart.
Thanks to El Nino
it should be a cool,
Twain called it "eternal Summer"
in the "loveliest fleet of islands
anchored in any ocean."
So welcome to Waikiki
in late October.
ALOHA, Honored Guest! cloudia