I am water,
only because you are the ocean.
We are here
only because old leaves have been falling.
A mutching of memories folding
into buried hands.
The cliffs we learn to edge
The tree truck hollowed, humming.
I am a tongue
only because you are the body
planting stories with thumb.
Soil clings to your knees
Small stacks of empty clay pots dreaming.
I am the milky fish eye, only
because it’s your favorite.
A slipper is lost in the yard.
A haku lei is chilling in the icebox.
I am a cup of feathers,only
because you want to fill the hours.
I am a turning wrist, only
because you left the hose on.
Heliconias are singing underwater
Beetles are floating across the yard.
(A poem by Donovan Kuhio Colleps
Entitled Kissing the Opelu.)
I am in so many spirit walks
that I’ve lost track of them all….
walking with my sister whose been looking at the other side
walking with a new baby coming in and her wild journey to get here.
Walking with my brother’s move to Hawaii.
It’s too far away to suit me
but then he is always in the “dog house”
(according to me.)
Walking with myself and my inability to change.
Feeling the sweetness of love
coming from the beyond
where my sister and my mother and my father are
my grandmother too.
This place is a spirit walk.