Contact
That’s when two stuff
Touch, yeah?
Just like when the tides come in
And touch the shores
Bringing what it will.
Fish from the deep
Limu from the shores
ʻOpihi from the rocks
Coconuts on the drift
Logs from the continent
People from around the world
Plastics and ʻopala of all sorts.
The shore has no choice
It has to accept
Whatever the tides bring.
Here we are
In this swirling muliwai
Of ideas and manaʻo
Philosophies and spiritualities.
Like the tides
Ebbing and flowing
The shore has no choice.
But we do!
Copyright © 2022 by Imaikalani Kalahele. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 11, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
Contact
That’s when two stuff
Touch, yeah?
Just like when the tides come in
And touch the shores
Bringing what it will.
Fish from the deep
Limu from the shores
ʻOpihi from the rocks
Coconuts on the drift
Logs from the continent
People from around the world
Plastics and ʻopala of all sorts.
The shore has no choice
It has to accept
Whatever the tides bring.
Here we are
In this swirling muliwai
Of ideas and manaʻo
Philosophies and spiritualities.
Like the tides
Ebbing and flowing
The shore has no choice.
But we do!
Copyright © 2022 by Imaikalani Kalahele. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 11, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
Your love was like moonlight
turning harsh things to beauty,
so that little wry souls
reflecting each other obliquely
as in cracked mirrors . . .
beheld in your luminous spirit
their own reflection,
transfigured as in a shining stream,
and loved you for what they are not.
You are less an image in my mind
than a luster
I see you in gleams
pale as star-light on a gray wall . . .
evanescent as the reflection of a white swan
shimmering in broken water.
This poem is in the public domain. It poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 12, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.