ripe guavas at my side
All I can hear is lawnmower. There’s a lot to mow out here in the jungle. I’m in an area called Haiku.
I’ve lived here before
In all its green, lush glory
My once-kitty basks
I feel like a disoriented visitor now that I’m not attached to a wedding party. Before the wedding on Saturday we went snorkeling. So dappled and lovely. Except for these translucent fish with long, pointy noses that just seem to stare at you with the latent ability to harm. I kind of freaked and then got trapped way too close to the coral and had to have Dan (Renee’s friend) come give me a flipper and guide me out. Eek.
Now the jungle connects
Wireless wends through guava trees
Cobwebs and websites
I’m hunting for a place to stay longer and write a book proposal. So if you know of anyone with an empty nice house in Maui with internet access and ocean views (preferably on the south side of the island), please give a shout.
Crystals abound here
I’m in an altar-filled house
Buddha, Tara, quartz
I saw a woman last night who looked familiar right when I got to this side of the island. She didn’t remember me and she looked the same but more sun-plastered and red, named Kiva. But she said, “You look just like this friend of mine. We had a healing ritual for her last night—she has a health thing. You could be her twin.” She stared beatifically for a while. Then we moved on. I bought groceries at Mana Foods, the health food store over here. Crowded as a bodega at rush hour.
Hippies shop for health
Raw chocolate for nine bucks
The ocean keeps time
Okay, time to face the day, drive to the beach, make some more phone calls, yadda. I feel like wearing a sign, a haiku:
Need house to write in
About how I got cancer
Beautiful, quiet, wired
