Never to be the same . . .

In 2005, we rented a vacation home on the Big Island. Our back yard included an ocean inlet to Champagne Pond where at low tide, we swam with glorious sea turtles.

Our most amazing adventure was a lava hike, climbing over fields of hardened basalt. Eventually we came upon fissures where hot lava pooled, spit, hissed, bubbled and oozed ever so slowly. Using flashlights on the return walk, lava glowed red-orange in the distance, as if a jack-o-lantern was lit across the horizon. We also hiked across a caldera, over “waves” of Pele’s hair. We found a small delicate fern peeking out of a crevice. Hawaiian breezes deposit plant life in nooks and crannies. Life reappears in the midst of desolation.

Pele’s anger erupted violently in 2018. Kilauea spewed plumes 12,000 to 30,000 feet high. Fissures burst open. Lava flows destroyed over 700 homes. Lagoon House: A Piece of Paradise, the vacation home so many people enjoyed over the years, was entombed in thirty feet of boiling lava, which eventually cooled to impenetrable basalt. As the owner wrote, the coastline is forever changed. I wonder, how long it will be before a single fern, and then a tree, and then a grove of trees take root. Will the memory of Pele’s reckoning disappear? Will humans be enticed to rebuild what was once called Leilani Estates – and is that even possible?

I look at photos
housebound during Covid spring ~
Pele sleeps again

* Pele is the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes.

Day 22: National Poetry Writing Month. Toads asks us to choose one of four given quotations to motivate our poem of any form.  I wrote a a haibun.

Photos from June 2005 trip with our children to Hawaii’s Big Island. Our guided lava hike across Kilauea, at the time, the longest continuously active volcano in the world, now seems ridiculously dangerous and foolish – given the horrific occurrence in December 2019 at New Zealand’s White Island.

In the first photo, I’m waving goodbye to the incredibly beautiful back yard at our vacation rental, the night before we returned home. Little did I know that 13+ years later, this scene would be nonexistent.

QUOTATION USED TO MOTIVATE POST:  “A fresh and vigorous weed, always renewed and renewing, it will cut its wondrous way through rubbish and rubble.” William Jay Smith

5 thoughts on “Never to be the same . . .

  1. Nancy Jahnke April 22, 2020 / 4:33 pm

    Treasured memories!

    Sent from my iPhone

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  2. Rall April 22, 2020 / 5:31 pm

    Lovely photos,,,pleased you have a record of these memories of a place that is no longer.Beautiful place…sad !

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade April 22, 2020 / 6:57 pm

    Wonderful memories to have. Every word of this post was fascinating, the photos too. (Just one thing – Australian here. White Island is in New Zealand. Close, but different countries.)

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  4. kim881 April 23, 2020 / 5:29 am

    An enjoyable travelogue haibun, Lill!

    I love travelling with you in spirit
    to places I will never visit,
    and I would love to swim with sea turtles.
    I’m not sure about getting close and personal
    with a volcano, not even one
    that looks like a jack-o-lantern on the horizon.

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  5. sanaarizvi April 23, 2020 / 5:20 pm

    I enjoyed this immensely, Lillian! 😀 Especially love; “climbing over fields of hardened basalt.” 💝

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