FAMILY VACATION
by Bill Edmondson
You are here in the blood
At the bottom of the cup
Of the yellow hibiscus
In the Apapane fire cutting through sugarcane
Rain that sweeps each morning down the west Maui mountains
You’re the proud look of my teenage son
Sweetness of his younger brother
Even (God help me) in the line of warmth
Along the sleeping body of my wife
I fumble stacks of coins into the slot
Our conversation cracks
Faulted with my guilt your resentment
I sleep wake the window is open to the surf
You break over me in waves
