Languor

I really don’t need much more
Than this, the palms’ trance
Floating on the shore,
Fronds waiting in advance

To hatch the floor, inlaid
With nonchalance, the patch
Of blinking light and shade
Trellised in the thatch

Of the unending noon,
The eternal turn from unseen
Dawn and muted dune
To the final flash of green:

Such summers never wane—
The minute passes; but the years remain.

January 18th, 2022
Kailua

January 29th, 2022
Kaiholu

June 6th, 2022
Kaiholu