The Looking Pool

I wrote this poem about 20 years ago.

A period of time when my children were young, and I had found a beautiful island named Okinawa to call home.

I never had a photo to go along with the poem, but now I do.

It's my granddaughter standing at the edge of the sea, and yes she lives in Uruma-shi Okinawa.

I dedicate this poem to the beautiful little girl who calls me Pawpaw.

How supremely fitting my poem has finally found it's home after two decades.

One early morning I awoke
and walked down to the sea
and knelt down by a tidal pool
on a beach in Uruma-shi

Reflections of the sky and clouds
blue and white as I'd ever seen
then looking deep within the pool
I saw the strangest thing

An angel appeared and spoke to me
I listened to what she said
her every word was like the breeze
that blew above my head

She spoke of Okinawa
and the beauty of the land
She spoke of mother nature
and the brotherhood of man

And when she finished speaking
a tear rolled off her brow
I then awoke and stood up
and walked back in to town