It was a sideways rain
That pelted us in the face.
Earlier on I’d been pooped on
By a sea bird
And this rain felt similar
How it tapped me into consciousness
Begging, almost, that I be present.
We gazed. What else could we do?
A wall of slate clouds disappearing an
Entire mountain, like a magic trick,
Simply making it no longer a part of the earth.
We stared. What else?
Pillars of charcoal mist descending
From the clouds on the horizon
And a patch of sky torn away
Allowing paradise to shine through
To mock with temptation
Those of us who will never go there
Those of us who get shat on
And pelted in the face
written at 9:27 at night, in Hawaii.