Adventures of Night Diving

Waves crashing,

Heightened breathing,

Salt water gags my throat

To fill a bag with treasure

Carried twenty feet across the rocks

Pushed this way and that

Physical exhaustion coupled with an empty bag

Disappointment and frustration

But every dive, a new lesson, a new beauty

Recovered and shed the extra pounds,

Rid of expectations and goals

Focusing on enjoyment and exploration

Calmness resurges

Heart beat slows

One breath hold lasts a lifetime

No urgency to get back to the bottom

A sheepshead but no need to shoot it

Combing the reef for hours

Then comes the miraculous four and a half inch lobster!

<SI> Scott Izu , PhD

Copyright March 2019

3 Months of a New Year

I wake up groggy and slow,

I stare at your hair,

The empty space that is there,

Each day that goes by,

Reminds me of a lifetime ago.

Have you moved on?

Its no longer my place to know.

Where do these questions go?

The ones that wish to know someone.

To be close to someone.

To know their goals and dreams.

Facebook, Messenger, Instagram

Friends of friends,

Each day gets easier

Yet everyday the same.

Mornings of clarity,

Nights of wrestling.

Living in this bi polar being

Split by various incongruent desires.

Figments of my imagination

And remembering the past

All the things people are aware of

Yet never conveyed to me,

Only subtley enough

That my intuition

Was forced to pick it up

Yet could not define it

Leaving no room for ignorant bliss

Makes me doubt

What is reality?

What is truth?

As I take a leap onto not so solid ground

And my world quakes

Or is this leaving a fantasy

And walking on solid ground?

Insanity.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
Copyright March 2019