This morning


I awoke
to the
mirrored
image of
Diamond Head
once a spectacle
aging and green
it gives a sense
of morality

a basin
nestles
houses
looking
like an
amphitheatre
house tops
loom like
spectators

oceans edge
stand giants
moored in
sand they tower
above the palms
creating shadows
of danger

eclipsing

sun and moon
and I
but a speck
on his
shoes