In anticipation of things to come
I spent the day on Waikiki beach,
The far side where I’d been
With Steve and Billy and the gang,
Back in January.
I buried my identity in the sand,
And massaged Maui into my skin.
I rotisseried myself,
With occasional bastings of sea water,
When I went to look at tropical fish
Through thick lenses and mouthfuls of waves.
After a thorough well done roast,
I am injecting happy hour into my veins, Sitting in the shade of a beach side bar,
Watching sea turtles and surfers,
Waiting for you to arrive.