Posted in Uncategorized, tagged boogie boarding, kauai, mother, parenting, poem, poetry, son on April 11, 2013| 3 Comments »
In Moloa’a Bay with Finn
The secret, he says,
is patience. I fall again in love
with him exactly then,
his small blonde head bobbing
above the turquoise sea.
We are waiting for a wave
with a large enough curl
to tow us out just a bit
before hurling us toward the shore
in a wild crush of foam
on our Styrofoam boards.
I am in the mood to wait forever.
God, it feels good to feel so small.
The boy is laughing. He loves
that I love him. His eyes
never leave the horizon.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged eve, fruit, kauai, naming, poem, poetry, temptation on April 10, 2013| 1 Comment »
No one ever said
how high the apple was,
and just how much
of a stretch it might have been
for Eve to pick it.
I think about this today
as I reach for the small, round
purple fruits I cannot name.
There is pleasure and
frustration in not knowing
what to call something
so pleasuresome, so good.
The tree is tall. I do not
need a snake to invite me
to reach. And when I
devour the sweet purple flesh
and the soft cream around
the large black seeds,
I do not need anyone
to bid me take another bite.
I do not share.
From not far away, a rooster
crows. From not far away,
the sound of wind disturbing
dried banana leaves. Those
trees are not so difficult to reach.
Scent of the sea, is it? I do not
pause long to consider the possibilities,
purple juice streaming down
the long, not quite long enough
reach of my arm.