Marin Malihini

A  L  O  H  A !

Princess Flower, Marin 

Malinini 

is a Hawaiian word

for a person

who JUST got here:

a newcomer.

Fragmentary Impressions

Today marks one week

that I am waking

in California

instead of Hawaii.

Like these geese,

I am paddling like mad

under the surface.

But it already suits me

down to the ground.

This is a simpatico place

on many levels,

and I feel wonderful!

I think I will do

some good work here,

and have already written

my first continental poem

in thirty years:

Marin  Malihini

These are

the stars of childhood,

profusion & wonder

I hadn't remembered

till now.

This is the Autumn

of wood smoke & colors

banishing dread heat

on leafy hushed streets.

Pumpkins and raking and cornstalks in sheafs;

This is the Autumn

that I remember.

These are the people

albeit with new faces

the people of many places

who call this bounty

"Home."

Rolling country, Bay,

Meadow, Mountain;

Ocean beaches

spraying fountains.

Across the storied

Golden Gate

dreams long deferred

shimmer and wait.

This will be good,

this will be meat;

I'll labor, that labor

will bring forth much sweet.

Thank YOU
for Visiting!
Fondly, cloudia

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Optional Exegesis

Waikiki is a bustling Urban Resort on lapping sands

with gentle waves and Diamond Head. Magnificent skies

but certainly no place for astronomy.

I grew up in the Northeastern USA 
with four distinct seasons.

Since 1967 I have been trying

to move to [not just visit]

The People's Republic of

San Francisco.

And now here I am: 30 minutes away.

No telling WHAT can come of this!