Sweet little town, westward pointing.

Passage to and from Ka’anapali

On each island exploration.

Devastation swept the mountainside,

All the way to the shore, destruction took hold.

Gentle sweet blossoms, ripped by the wind,

Flames taking over, frightening fast,

No time to stop or escape the fire’s force.

So many lost in the unstoppable blaze.

But some bright spots amid such heartache

Precious cacao trees, surviving the burn,

Thanks to an engineered wind break…

Could this be a solve for the future?

Scared little lives, puppies and kittens,

Finding their way out or hiding safe,

Now safe and sound, returned.

The land will recover, the town rebuild,

But for now, mourning the lost comes.

Be Strong Maui; Be Strong Lahaina.

Soon your blossoms will bloom again.

Like a hot knife through butter,

The oiled wheel spun.

Threads of fabric gave up,

Yielding to the sharp.

No longer tearing or ripping,

The slices now clean.

Amazing how much easier it is

With a fresh blade.

It’s the little joys in life while sewing on a hot summer’s day.

As the sun sets down, up comes a chill

The cold creeps through this house at will.

Night brings the dark, distant noises echo.

Once familiar things become foreign.

Curl into ourselves, blanket in hand,

As quiet befalls the surrounding land.

Rest weary heads on makeshift pillows,

Made of other’s arms, jackets, and such.

Morning will still come, no stopping it.

Let’s hope we make it through to see it.

Protected from the morning sun

The buttery blossom unfurled

Lovely petals kissed

With the gentlest blush

The keys are calling to me,

Beckoning me with turquoise waves.

Ripples and splashes upon the shore,

Multi-colored shells tumble in the wake.

I am longing for a day I can drift away,

Float above the reefs and watch little fish.

Then sit on the shore in the evening breeze,

Appreciate the heat on my shoulders,

As the sun slips down below the horizon.

Dreaming of a getaway months away,

I’m ready for it to be here today.