"You're Soaking In It"

Being the opposite of that Darwinian fish

I enter the shallow water

My amphibious belly 
grazes the bottom

fins
and knees
scrape the lava

stinging 
as I claw 
towards the depths
or at least a point
where I can 
put my head under

Honu-Turtle

A saline suffusion
is needed

to burn away the remnants of skin 
shed back in the car

The anxiety and fear
donned

like a badge 

is  a scab

that needs to come off

on its own

not revisited 

eternally

rejuvenating 
this wound

so old-
the memory of it's origination 
is but a Chemtrail of the 747 
that roared through 
Time now for it to expel itself  
but this harbour's bay is so receded

I want to be out amongst the tumult

of those rolling 
racing white horses

of dreams

just out of reach

those crushing waves

that pull you under

'til you don’t know

if it will ever be over

and when it is

IF it is

you emerge 
upright

from the water

Made of Magma and Stars  

 Honokohau Harbor

Kailua Kona