Perspective gathers at the front door before I leave for the daySlept on imagination from the night beforeThe certainty of the path I travel is windblown, thinA narrow line of time and distance
Perspective gathers at the front door before I leave for the daySlept on imagination from the night beforeThe certainty of the path I travel is windblown, thinA narrow line of time and distance
It seems like yesterday when Grammy bought him his first bike
TJ Lavin 12″dirt jumper
He was too small to even ride it
Now look at him twelve years old
snaggeletoothed smile
growing out of bikes like sneakers
Bicycles beware the rider with thoughts of traveling around
‘We don’t allow our bikes back on the Hana Road,’ said the shifty retailer
…and the pre-dawn start gave way to the morning sun
The tourist trap behind me, I obviously ignored the thoughtless taunt
Wild roosters showed off their brilliant colors and could be heard
in the distance giving the wake up call
Midway, asphalt pave the size of coconuts were served
next to roadside stands stocked full of fresh smiles and tasty fruit
Haleakala’s presence above
I climbed the road high into the clouds to Grandma’s Coffee house
just in time for dinner and several refills.
Way past dark by now, I closed the place waiting for my ride to come
Infact, I severely loitered on the bench at the general store next door;
For hours.
Dark, damp and cold,
I decided to make my way down through the Kula hills
along the shore and back to
the tourist trap I had come from
170 miles, 26 hours and a missing person person report later the satisfaction
spilled over