Get HI

I can’t wait

to get HI again

I miss my farm,

my family

my friends

I can’t wait

for my toes to touch

that sand

I can’t wait

for that salt water

to wash away

all of this bullshit

accumulated after a month

in America

I can’t wait

to lay under the midnight sky

and stare up at the universe

I can’t wait

to get HI

on fresh papaya

and mango

I can’t wait

until I’m HI

so I can lay low

and watch the palm trees sway

as the trade winds blow

and I know

that I’m home