First Day, Millennium Sonnet
I am climbing up Diamond Head Crater
on a cool, overcast, great Hawaiian day.
Memories stretched to thirty years younger
when in the center thousands came to play.
When optimism and joy ran rampant
and all possibilities could be touched.
When parents, two sons and an infant
daughter came to sit in an era drenched
in blood and love, colorful flags and beads.
Baby girl was baptized before the crowd,
who are now long lost in space and deeds.
An era that saw the edge and bowed
out for comfort and affluent digs.
Leaving us grey ghosts to wander in kiawe twigs.
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