Last Day On The Islands

The sun rises

s  l  o  w  l  y 

over the head of diamond-

shaped mountains,

a volcano put to sleep

against a sky stained

blazing orange to blue.

A final hot cup

filled with Kona coffee.

A final mango smoothie

made to order on the veranda.

A final glance at the surfers,

backs glistening, dripping,

salty and muscled—their boards

jamming through waves

so clear, like glass, like crystal,

like sweet ice before it's shaved

into a cone—one last taste

before the gravity of the mainland

bears down and pulls.