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Remembering Kona

I remember gazing upon
 the ocean from my lanai
on the Kona mountainside
Watching the cruise ships
gliding through the dark 
Into Kailua Bay at the 
Same time every morning
always clad in their bright jewel
necklaces that lit up the dawn.

I remember sitting on my
lounge chair
observing the moon
collide with daybreak
And disappear from sight
While sipping Kona coffee
That heavenly aroma
warming me to life.

I remember delighting at the dolphin
Each morning, wondering 
how in the world
they don’t  crash into each other
when they all leap
at once
so carefree and happy,
spinning and twisting
splashing each other
with their play.

I remember watching
The humpback whales 
I mean, they are
magnificent creatures
and my heart would dive
right with them,
and then rise so high
when they leaped
out of the water
How can they do that?
I would search the ocean
For a glimpse of their
Waterspouts, the sign
They would begin jumping again,
What a marvelous way to spend the day!
Watching mothers and babies
play together 
and jealous bulls smack
their tales not be outdone
by women and children.



I remember sitting by
the ocean at Kukio Beach, 
one that few tourists
know about yet,
watching the water
change colors
aquamarine near the shore
cerulean a little farther out
shading into cobalt and indigo,
Wondering just how 
many colors of blue are
in the entire Pacific Ocean
Noticing how the waves 
crash against the rocks in rhythm
 like the
dancing fountains 
at the Bellagio Hotel
in Las Vegas.  
I remember
imagining the music
According to the tempo
Of the waves crashing
On the lava rocks
 and
It was the sweetest
music I ever heard.

I remember leaving
The beach one night
And seeing the full moon
smiling at me 
through the palm trees
Like a big white
Jack-o-lantern;
And I smiled back

And I remember
Waking up in the
Middle of the
Night to see that
Same full moon
Spreading its glow
In a river across
The ocean
Carrying a message
For me right 
up to my lanai.  

It’s time.
It ‘s time now
To go home again.

Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008

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