Flagrant Flamingo

Sunday Aloha

in

Waikiki

click on the childhood idyl

"I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. . . I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind." Leo Buscaglia

"God has given you one face, and you make yourself another."

William Shakespeare

Rambutan close up

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When I was very young

each day seemed a

bead

strung on the string

of my life.

Smooth beads,

happy,

filigreed,

still-soft clay;

and some were

hot

with the passions

and recriminations of

youth.

Perfectly round,

imperfectly rounded out,

one by one

each day-bead

is strung

on the narrative thread

of my life.

And now I replay them

passing the beads through my fingers

like a rosary of regret, satisfaction,

and sudden realization.

It seems that each day

one bead is contemplated,

and removed,

until I shall wear

the choker of age.

And then one day

the last burnished bead

will slip from my hands at last;

rolling along the floor of our being,

then disappearing down the wormhole

of another jeweled path

ALOHA, cloudia