What a lovely place it is, the beach. Waters blue, Fun for each.

So much stuff that we can do Party, shop, Get some food.

You would’ve thought We’d never leave, The beach is definitely our spot.

Here we go again, Back at square one. Told by family and friends That this time would come.

Job after job, You can never keep one. Not because it’s hard, but Because it’s no fun.

You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. To cope, you keep smoking, Which makes you look older.

Tell me, why do you push All your loved ones away? The people that actually care You’re okay?

There also are times You do well for some months Maybe this time, You’ll fix what’s been done

Just when you finally Seem to get better, Life pulls you back down, As if you were tethered.

High up in the sky, Feels like I’m soaring I wanted to to fly But ended up flooring.

Falling feels like flying until the moment you land. If you land on your feet, then You know where you stand.

If you land on your butt, You’re just down on your luck. You can always get up And try, try again!

As above, so below. In this life, There’s highs and lows. Past mistakes, we must let go For it’s the only way to grow.

It almost felt wrong, the way it felt so right. Turns out we have much in common. Music, food, fear of heights.

Ironically enough, We met at a bar, Several stories up, Looking down at the cars.

We talked for hours, Losing track of the time. Laughter and smiles Over sips of red wine.

One date turned to two, After that one, another. You and me and me and you, Glad we found each other.

Watching sunset on the beach. Cotton candy clouds, Far out of reach. The sky has turned a different hue, What a marvelous kind of view!

Tides switch from low to high. Now the moon is in the sky! Stars appearing start to shimmer Up above like specs of glitter.

A new place you begin, but your patience runs thin. Moving here to there, Like a leaf in the wind.

Nomadic heart, everywhere a new start. Exploring new settings but never forgetting.

The places you’ve been, you’ve made many friends. Wanderlust, I hope I can see you again.

“Here we go”, I say nervously as we get to the front of the line. I’ve been afraid of heights for as long as I can remember, unlike my sister Deja, who’s been parasailing, never hesitates to ride the biggest roller coasters, and is the one who suggested that we go cliff jumping while we’re here in Hawaii. It’s ironic that she seems more nervous than me this time, less chatty as usual. I nudge her with my elbow. “You good D? You’d usually be cracking a joke or something at this point.” She chuckes. “I’m good. It’s just, now that we’re actually HERE, I’m just a little nervous. We’re so high up.”

I feel the same way. We read Kahekili’s Leap, also known as Warrior’s leap, is an 80 foot drop into the ocean from a giant rock cliff. The journey here was intense in itself. We had traveled 30 minutes by ATV up windy, unmarked dirt roads just go get to our jumping point. There’s no turnung back now. “Trust me, I’m nervous too, but I mean, we’re already here. Plus, we’re not the only jumpers. Let’s just try to hit the water feet first.”

We watch the couple in front of us of go. Moments later we hear a big spash followed by laughter. They seem to have had a good jump. Now it’s our turn. I grab my sister’s hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. She nods slowly in my direction. Then we jump. 

My cat is named Thunder, but he always hides under my bed when its storming. He might stay there till morning!

My good friend Jacky Used to dress so tacky. We’d never lose her in a crowd, ‘Cause her clothes were so loud!

Can be burning hot or cold as ice, Water is a key to life. Filling ponds, lakes, rivers and oceans, Can be calm and cool or cause violent commotion.

Sometimes clear, others murky, It can cleanse as well as leave things dirty. A cool refresher for when you get thirsty. Falling from the heavens, it helps the plants grow Take a nice long shower, wash from head to toe.

Still water is a mirror That is no question, though Some can’t stand to see their own reflection.

Moving tides of highs and lows, See how deep this water goes.

SN: This is my ATTEMPT at a Sonnet