Hour 8–Stardust

How to tell of that Easter weekend on the Big Island?

on the newest of islands where lava swept into the sea

to see it at night

the most stable thing you can think of

stone

the most solid immovable permanent thing in liquid form moving past you coughing orange oceans of steam into the sea tide playing

washing

lapping

dousing

losing

no loss

gaining

no gain

all in movement in motion slow irrevocable how to explain

it changes you it shakes you to the core it shows you that no thing is permanent that all is in flux

it shows you what a raft it all is as this island and all others tear slowly away from the hot spot one inch a year

floating

that no physical thing in the universe is permanent in its present form that all is transmutable that yin and yang kaleidoscope each other all is fleeting

as it should be

just different from what we were taught

illusions fall away

just as they should



Hour 7–Angst

She sidles into the emergency room

in the shape of a C

alone

jacket covering her face

dislocated shoulder

sprained arm

the body is one thing

the broken marriage another

Hour 6–Haibun

Praying mantis stood planted close to the floodlight, swaying rhythmically back and forth in the night. Why? Was it trying to attract a mate? Attempting to rouse prey? Sunbathing in the bright light? I watched and studied and decided: It was entranced by the play of its own shadow.

eclipse without fear

what may be found in darkness?

the essence of light

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 4–Disheveled

Disheveled

he animates

in the corner of

Panda Express

speaking to a person not there

backpack grunge surrounds him

others keep their distance

insistently moving his arms

he abandons his window corner counter

conversing quietly

with his invisible comrade

he wanders outside into the heat

he’s left a fortune on the counter

where anyone could find it

in a cookie carefully unopened

Hour 3–Before Darkness

Neighborhood gloaming

jars memory of lightning bugs

when jars were glass

and lightning captured

by clever boys

navigating summer

Hour 2–Lawrence

Lawrence

haunts me like a ghost welcome to my psyche our home away from homelessness

the beach at Ma’alaea uncivilized

no place for mai tai’s

Rather home to broken things washed ashore

Like families and boogie boards and memories looking for repair

like poets aspiring to acceptance

Lawrence

“Who will stand here with me in the circle

in full testimony to all and hug me? I mean a real hug, full body.”

Faces avoided

Tim declined

As did someone else

I stood

I’ll hug you Lawrence you know I will

The privilege is mine

I moved myself to the center to join him

Opened myself

A small act I felt

his medication coursing coarsing rattling he trembled

his neck hooked mine and we hugged suspended from whatever chemical catastrophe

a life concocted

he trembled

let’s leave his demons out of this

a man once boy asking to be comforted

two hearts nearly touching separated by a prison tattoo

finally calmed

I’m with him still there in the circle

myself restored

 

 

Hour One

Nightshift at the construction site

Old road reconfigured straightened improved

No street lights in this bumpkin district

Civilization under construction

Pitch black frontage

A spooky sound ancient

Lizard brain working

A sound in the dark

Muffled rhythmic

clopping on fresh asphalt

From the north

Flashlight broken

Moving in my direction down the road

What pale rider this way comes?

What meaning?

My pea brain painted a probable

Stable down the road

A horse had thrown its rider

Was returning home like a cow to its stall

Programmed

Archaic

Slow and steady

Eerie my cat’s eye accustomed to dark watched the white flank move past

No rider No saddle

No street lights in this bumpkin district

Not this year

Horsepower receding to the south

Returning home

Making way for cars

 

 

 

 

 

Technically challenged

Just testing this thing-a-ma-bob to confirm that I remember how to post poems when the time comes. Greetings and Aloha to one and all…

Hour 24–Sleep

My head is heavy truly

from sacrificing words

The spewing made me dizzy

Feeling untowards

I need a day, nay two

to find a new perspective

I’m presently inclined

toward horizontal restive

A pillow and my CPAP

are all that I require

Good night to all I say, I do

I’m ready to retire…

Aloha!