The Living Island
A poem about the Hawaii effect
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1 min readAug 22, 2021
The Hawaiian ocean;
A blend of blue hues and the reflection of white sheepy clouds.
The ebb and flow, the lull of a seductive sea.
I watch cautiously behind fanned leaves of a palm tree outside my balcony.
Like if I disturbed this peace, the world would cave in and I would be sent back to the mainland.
Everything is easier away from home.
Worries crash against the folded lava rocks.
I feel like this is what life is supposed to be.
Living is to be standing on a paddleboard, coasting through warm winds and gentle ocean waves,
and death is when stress whips its fierce tail and darkens the sun.
Living is a luxury.
Dying is the norm.
We all just want to live as long as we can.
