The Bridge

The bridge ties it in a bow
Not so much across as round the Bay
Bridge, headlands
Each beautiful in themselves
Fused together offer the possibility of return
Sunset, another day
Magnolia blossoms fallen on the road
Another spring

Hawaii Snapshot

Caught in the wave like flies in amber
Swimmers and surfers leap between me and the sun
Until under purpling sky they come in one by one
Crashing waves roar like lava
Exploding around lava rock
Blasting with heat the tourist pilgrims
Trailing over the crust, a swarm of flashlights
The Earth forming and re-forming
Braiding herself with herself
Immortalizing the flow in glass
The wild-haired palm tree anchored to the shore
The kid zipping back and forth in the breakers
Cares equally for starfish
As the star-formed humans in the wave
Not at all
And the moment is now
And the word is