Hawaiian Rituals

Thoreau's beaten path to the river has nothing on my bakery trip each morn. We crave the ritual comfort to give us a thought of control rather than forlorn hope of the future. We are desperate for meaning ,our curse and even I, "atheist", am constantly on alert for that one sparkling clue to catch my eye, and bring all my life's work into focus. Meanwhile the city buses continue down Kuhio. the high heeled ladies cuss their johns at 3, elderly tourists view the sights after a long lifetime of work, I sit in the bakery writing in my book.