It should be calm here and soothing as the waves break tonight
But there’s a tension, not romantic, in their rigid repetition
They sound lock-stepped breaking in some military march
Stern clock hands loudly sweeping as they clear the marked shore
We walk hand in hand this time along Kāhala Beach
Meander under a pale moon creating footprint art
Our feet crazily dancing as we challenge the surf
Staying dry in a quick stepping art form all itself
And at one point we stop and turn back on our trail
See the twisting and turning of odd strayings we’ve made
And the hard waves keep coming with the rising tide
Sharp and harsher crashing water wipes out our patterned past
So we let go each other’s hands and run up to dry land
While the history we’ve made is washed clear to smooth sand
Lanning Lee 