September 2, 2002 Tawatana
A blistering afternoon
Full of sweat and noise and small children
Then
Cave-cool water
Slipping over stones
And I on my back,
My ears underwater,
The world silent and cool.
I open my eyes to
A clean-scrubbed sky
Shifting palm leaves
Sheaves of white orchids
And pure praise
For water
For palms
For orchids
For me, here and now.
