Missing Maui

Missing Maui

One day later,

I miss Maui:

The hotel cats on the lush lawns,

The sunset hulas,
guitar music with breezes from the sea.

We walked and talked,

Admiring the aquamarine blanket of water,

The pillowing sand covering our feet

As the tide came in,

Out.

Our son caught sun,

Drank in his fill,

Opened and closed,

Opened again like a flower

On the Golden Shower tree.

We, too, found singular

And coupled rhythms.

And, like the sea,

We ebbed and flowed--

A rhythm we can carry

home.