
Kauai
Location
Kauai
Morning light creeps in my eyes, wild roosters crow,
Anini Beach beckons, its sand warms my feet.
Waves break beyond the reef, blue fills the sky,
my kayak responds to my wishes, I easily cut the sea.
Born from fire, black jagged rocks tear at my soles,
the waves pound them with their fury, where 28 have died.
This volcanic island paradise, once greater in size,
now ever so slowly, slipping back to where it came.
Hula dancers in the moonlight, sway softly to the drums,
arms gracefully tell their stories, faster, faster grass skirts quiver.
With blazing speed, the fire dancer becomes one with the fire,
then all slows, as night in Kauai fades into my past.