Kupuna in the Sleeping Grass

by Zoe Kamalei Finn
The hilahila
I brush slightly 
turns away
closes itself tightly
like a child’s eyelashes
gentle, reluctant,
embrace of sleep
on my way
I tread lightly
to see you.
The clouds draped, a lei 
worn by Kalalea 
above me she stands
below me you lie.
Your blood 
in my veins
roots me to
this place unchanged
suspended in time
time carved in stone
under the kukui tree.
Born Jan 26 1900
Died Sept 4 1933