The drumbeat of water is the best sort
of background noise, punctuated
by birdsong and the occasional
distracted glance at nimbostratus
hovering in the distance, invitation
to tease their own condensed element
back to earth;

And now here it comes, sideways slants
glancing off metal rooftops, gusts
of wind billowing off corrugated eaves,
settling onto shrubs and bedding plants
tucked into mulch for a summer not
quite yet arrived;

While the southeast portion of the island
liquefies under Pele’s fiery fingers,
unseasonably protracted showers continue
here in the north, saturating sacred ground,
percolating down and into turquoise ocean
channels to draw the gaze wide and vacant
over vast distances, infinite possibilities
cresting just above an indigo horizon;

I do not know how I would fare living
inland, perpetually having been anchored
to one shoreline or another, yearning
for seas on which to launch a thousand
projections; hopes and dreams carried
forth on variable winds meant to capture
and billow the sails of fellow mariners.

~photo series “What the rains bring,” Β©Bela Johnson

28 thoughts on “Lookout

      1. Yes, you take some pretty great photos yourself, Paul! Will check yours out soon. Just jumping online to answer comments this morning. Reading time later on πŸ˜‰ Peace ❀


  1. Beautiful poem and photos Bela. I really do envy those who are so close to the ocean. I was raised in So CA and spent many days as a youngster on those beaches, of which I could have stayed forever. I will be going to visit dad in August and am hopeful I can again see the beaches of my youth. Hope you are well.

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    1. Thanks so much, Renee. Yes, you would understand being within an hour of the beach while growing up! I didn’t care how sandy I was, how sunburned or hungry, I never wanted to leave.

      Hope you can, indeed visit the beaches. More people, is all πŸ˜‰ Wishing you all the best! Aloha ❀

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    1. Yes, Betty, and 90 minutes is not too awfully bad. At least you’re not in the middle of the country somewhere. There is beauty everywhere, and certainly rivers and streams and lakes are lovely. I lived right on a lake in Maine for 34 years of my life. Though we were also 40 minutes from the ocean, so it worked πŸ˜‰ We visited the ocean today with the dogs who swam in the river that runs to the sea at Pololu. Will be posting pics here soon πŸ˜‰ Aloha ❀

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    1. Thanks, Eliza! Yes, we do. But so do you! I never considered Maine – at least where we lived there – anything short of Paradise. Like a fairyland to me. Never thought I’d leave, but things change. The cold and lifestyle were wearing on us both. And so here we are, in another Paradise πŸ˜€ Aloha ❀

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  2. “I do not know how I would fare living inland, perpetually having been anchored to one shoreline or another, yearning for seas on which to launch a thousand projections” – how do you write these beautiful lines – *talent* – and your photos are breathtaking. Hello Bela – hope this finds you well. xo.

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    1. Aww, thanks my friend! You are ever kind. All is well here and hoping the same for you and yours. Got to catch up on reading – running south today to get my laptop looked at by my trusty computer guy. Macs don’t have many problems, but when they do … Big hugs, Mahesh. ❀

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