CAPSIZED

Nighttime audibility

Of the unseen sea

 

Is proportionate to

Its accepted daily view.

 

Silent waves which by day

Limp into the prevailing bay,

 

Sweep in palm-tree height

In the middle of the night,

 

Until at least the rain drowns

Out corresponding ocean sounds

 

With its thrashing seagrape hiss,

A growing tidal-wave abyss

 

Where imaginations braid

In the water’s masquerade, 

 

Where rivers fall from skies

And reversely, the normal rains arise.

 

November 22nd - 23rd

Kailua