Hawaii

Napili Bay
And all its blues
From teal to cobalt
To indigo
Is a poem

The gecko’s
Upside down dash
To wrest a moth
From the air
Is a poem

The nearly naked
People on the beach
Young and supple
Flabby and flaccid
Each and every one
Is a poem

My daughter’s hand in my hand
Ice cream sticky on a
Muggy afternoon
Is a poem

The gentle breathing
Of my love in bed
Scarcely heard
Above the surf
Is a poem

Why even this handful
Of black bones
On white linen
Is a poem