Kauai Time
Hand in hand
tug and toil
one effort
to get to the top
of the hill
at the edge
of Kauai time.
Perched silent
as herons,
we stood
in breathless awe
heat smothered
under a white sheet
of empty sky.
Eons of vista
spread out at our feet
from headland
to horizon’s edge.
Endless tawny sand
slipping under
a rolling carpet
of silver sea.
Silent shared pause
in forever.
Gone now, I’m told.
Commandeered arena
holding to peace
by playing at war.
My memory,
an aging sentry
of a timeless
moment.
© Alison Whiddon