Swells current, sky rimmed, shell on a stick chart promise of land, alone and singing.
Kahuna's Way
Twisting through high cane, silver green, tossing in the trade winds, toward the mountain wall dark green jagged, deep shadows where a warrior prayed, ancient silence, Kahuna's way, beyond King Sugar and the city that is coming.
Hulemalu Road
Kauai
41, In The Honolulu Public Library
Like beautiful fish moving slowly through coral, they eddy through the library, dark hair, bright dark eyes, the wisdom of their mothers lying gravely on their faces; ready to love, to stay, they flick away on currents deep and proper.
For Catherine, someday in a quiet hour, wondering what is possible
When I hold your mother while she holds me, all that was, is; the future comes moment to moment, complete. For this, salmon swim their river, elephants remember, wild geese call out at dusk. I fought and risked, trusted and betrayed. How can you find another before you find yourself, traveling the heart's way, alone, unsure, knowing only that you must?
Rage's Place
Put your forehead on the ground and pound your fists. Curl on your side, close your eyes, scream silently. You will not be answered. No. But your cries— your cries will be clothes and flowers, honor for the journey.