I'm calling this a photo-poem, inspired by my recent trip to Hawaii. (I know, I know, won't she ever shut up about it? She wrote 1-2-3 blog posts about it). My response is that I get very little time off, people. Or sleep. So indulge this one very last post about my Hawaiian vacation.
The colors of Maui
by Julie Reinhardt
When I stepped on to the beaches of Maui
I learned a new meaning of
If we could see faces and think
lava sands shifting with resting Monk seals
corral crumbles sifting while Humpback Whales carouse in the bay
shell treasures hiding along windy cliff-edged beaches
maybe then we could smile and breath and sigh and nothing else.