Sands of Kalapaki
No matter how many footprints touch the shore of Kalapaki
each new wave washes over the sand’s surface
creating a virgin slate for the next beachcomber.
How can I return to the mainland
when I have these gentle waves to play amongst?
The morning squall passes quickly;
it’s warm gentle mist lightly kisses my face.
An excerpt from Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies: The Coconut Journal. Copyright © 2009 by Gabriella Graham/Red Tailed Hawk Publishing/All rights reserved.
No matter how many footprints touch the shore of Kalapaki
each new wave washes over the sand’s surface
creating a virgin slate for the next beachcomber.
How can I return to the mainland
when I have these gentle waves to play amongst?
The morning squall passes quickly;
it’s warm gentle mist lightly kisses my face.
An excerpt from Where the Red Tailed Hawk Flies: The Coconut Journal. Copyright © 2009 by Gabriella Graham/Red Tailed Hawk Publishing/All rights reserved.