(left to right) Moloka'i, Maui, Lanai
view from Kaunakakai wharf at sunrise
Tuesday, March 14, the night and day were equal in Hawai'i
(here is copy of poem on photo)
Ode to the Central
Pacific
My
latitude is firm - above the equator, not much below the Tropic of Cancer
It's my meridian I am having trouble pinning down; some 20 plus degrees east of the International Date Line
Tomorrow is just over that line. No, I can't see it either but it takes 24 hours to cover the short hop from here to there
Everything is far away, especially yesterdays. Their reflections are just patterns of light tossed off without a care
I sit on the wharf and watch the sky and water unite three islands of the most remote place on our earth
It's my meridian I am having trouble pinning down; some 20 plus degrees east of the International Date Line
Tomorrow is just over that line. No, I can't see it either but it takes 24 hours to cover the short hop from here to there
Everything is far away, especially yesterdays. Their reflections are just patterns of light tossed off without a care
I sit on the wharf and watch the sky and water unite three islands of the most remote place on our earth
Sunset pulls my mind toward New Zealand,
Australia, India; with sunrise come thoughts of the mainland
The moon follows along in its own whimsical fashion; like me not caring to keep up or stay on the path
The moon follows along in its own whimsical fashion; like me not caring to keep up or stay on the path
Once I cared where I was: location location location. Now being warm and having a place to swim are my only priorities
Cards and letters are welcome. Eventually they find me and eventually I reply with odes to oceans and orchids
Ruth Ann Howden
March 8, 2017
