Alone Unlonely

Haleakala

Our three-day stay includes a rental car,
and we have driven south of here and east.
The island’s small enough we can’t go far,
but we’ve explored aquaria, increased
our height from level sea to see a star
observatory – miles high at least –
and we can’t tell where all the tourists are;
we wander unmolested, unpoliced.

The kitchens we select are never loud.
We’re driving where we want with little stress.
Perhaps the western beaches have the crowd
and maybe sunset luaus host the mess
of lumpy shoppers, flowers in their hair,
but we’re enjoying tropic solitaire.

This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment