unbidden

“branch 1” ~sreejithss http://www.freeimages.com/photo/branch-1-1617261

tonight the wind rises
bereft of mountain fragrance;
i can only scent
the byproducts of modern life -
the bouquet of asphalt
finishes of partially oxidized
gasoline and diesel.
once,
maile grew here,
and palapalai;
once gods walked this land
and danced the clouds;
and though i cannot
smell,
hear,
see,

i feel them

in my bones
as surely as the
words
i type
upon this glowing screen.

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strange, that i,
who has lived her life
in the echoes of endless summers
(well, endless if you never grew up here)
sun, sand, surf,
the fragrance of seaweed,
of lehua,
palapalai,
maile;
who counts the passing seasons
by the flowers in the lei stands
and the years by bags of mango
and the flight of the kolea
should
long for the silence of mist rising
beneath empty branches
early morning tales
told
in snow
of passing denizens
who pause a moment
whiskered noses
listening to my tales
carried on
scent of
coffee-warmed
memory

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i have heard it said
“why do you speak of this:
write of what you know.”

you think my life

measured
in the miles ventured
in the people met
in the words
others have given my life
yet

what i know

is within
and without
bounds of shore and sky
beyond grasp of hands
there are no words for my knowing
that comes,
unbidden
sparkling, through crystal air
but what i speak of
thus

i write