May that distant sky receding

Father in the foaming sea;

May the line of the horizon, bleeding

Summers from infinity;


May that island out there, never far,

Hold the rains and stop the winds

That sweep our seasons out of stars;

May these puzzles beak and rinse


Over all the torches in the night,

Over all the dark that worlds pit

Against the breezes of the light -

May the waves the planet tries to fit


On its dying continental shelf

Drown, and mic, and swell the beaches with myself.


November 19th and 28th, Lanikai

December 1st and 2nd, Kailua