we arrived here at plenty kiawe, i felt a
twinge of unease,
dread premonition of boredom.
no book to read nor computer
to work on, the turbid water and rough rocky surf
inviting at first and it looked like there'd be
nothing to do.
that feeling passed after i settled into observing
rhythms of wind and tide and light. fishermen launched
kayaks in the night. i admire the simplicity of that
we were just settling in when it
was time to go again.