Awash

There’s tension in the rigid repetition of the waves tonight
Their rolling ashore like a ticking clock
Under the full moon spotlighting
Our hand-in-hand dance along Kāhala Beach
Our two-person act showcased
How we gawk and talk
Point at our feet depressing sand
That makes winding patterns
Our fragile footprint art
Tailing us

We stop to look back
Puzzle quietly over our twisting trail
That avoids so many waves as we may

Now we let go each other’s hands and run
A monster is coming
The explosion washing up far enough
To cover the whole shifting shore
Erasing where we’ve come to that point
Our past an old slate wiped clean