The beginning of my poem about letting go
Black sand beach on the Big Island
Was it Kehena Beach? Yes, we were nude,
Nude in the great waves, around women friends
Current pulling us all into the powerful surf
Pulling me in like a little lump, a leaf,
Helpless in the suck and throw. Foam
And me thrash on the rocks only to be
Dragged in again. Until one friend said
Let go, don’t fight the water, let yourself be
Taken and flow out. Let go. Let the love,
And I did.
I can’t tell you how, only the trust within.
I let go and with no purpose of my own
Crawled out onto the black lava shore.
White skin against sharp black sand
I didn’t drown. I am here today.
For I let go.
Fizzy slick feel of the water,
Roar and rush, power and pull,
Tips of foam against black shore
Curling, curling waves wrinkling my brow.
A wonderful wonder, a powerful power
Thick with the moon?
Tides, currents seagulls crying, creak of lines, smell of salt
Whining, then quiet, my boat takes the laps
Unfinished and ongoing
Oct. 30, 2021