the joke has been
that when i arrive
on this,
the rainy side
of the big island,
catchment tanks will fill
thirsty gardens are satiated
rain is guaranteed
time has come
for the ancients
to withhold the sight
of the tropic’s sun
from my eyes
choosing these
days and weeks
to empty the skies
leaving me under
a blanket of wet, grey

by coming even later
this year
past early spring
into the heat of summer
i thought i could sneak
into june’s second week
i thought i had
ka’ne and
me thinking
these gods of rain
and waters
would let me rest
bathed in sun & humidity

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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