Providence In Paradise

27 Apr
waikiki beach resonates the ocean's roar
spear fish that night but swimming close to shore
now and then, a warning shout of shark
paddling back to sand from the ocean's dark

by three prong spears, our bags full of fish
the locals begin to fabricate a large wooden dish
from flat dry planks, found washed up on the beach
the fire's lit, the hawaiian friends to teach

old coconuts tinder from their stringy husks
as dry fuel, the fire quickly starts
fish are cleaned laid across the driftwood planks
that the coconut-husk fire made into hot plates

roasting fish odors scent the ocean air
thirsty, but they didn't bring the beer
our teachers show how the coconut is drained
with a whipping crack, milk pours out like the rain

fish and coconut water sate us like paradise
the siesta near the fire with smiles on our face
the hosts tell us their stories how the island is alive
and how they've utilized the palm tree to thrivingly provide

4.5 10/10
© 15 minutes ago, Brian Peter Hodgkinson 
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Posted by on April 27, 2022 in Poetry


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