Sun Dunes

Tide blights the ripples of the sea
The way the wind hides waves
In the dunes behind the beach,
Piling up the airy graves

Of light, the end of summer days,
The shallow streams of time
We spend stretched out in the haze
Like our parents’ ghosts,

Like cycles of the island’s swash,
Coasting on the morning’s maze,
When fingers of its brightness stir
The ocean’s tidal rhyme,

Fading into tunnels in the ruin
Of boundless doubt and dark
That sway the sun, and immerse
In eddies and in rings

The sheets that shape our bed,
That form the overlapping bays
Of mess and death,
As their passing currents curse and bless.

October 17th, 2020
Kaiholu