I never forgot. Our home, too, would be riddled
with moth dust and carpet beetles, dried pipefish,
bones waiting to be articulated and identifiable.
She’s much too young to understand our connection to Hawaii,
the heritage we’re tied to by marriage
and the bonds of ohana
Lurching in a wild, gesticulated dance, we
whack at meaty thoraxes. Loath to let them eat
the meager yield, meanly hoarded from the
A neon sneeze, fireflies
mist the jack pines.
Imagine the gall not to need light at all,
as if you, blindcat, were not breaking
the surface of a subterranean lake,
but floating in outer space.
Tomorrow a soft rain will moisten
the tangled peat gone dry
and hard between flood tides
and low water
Remember the time I rushed into the house
and woke everyone, hurrying you and the kids
to the jeep? Where, Daddy? I wouldn’t say.
Are you sure? you asked.
Just come quickly.
But then what? Isn’t a little mystery
the price we have to pay to see the magic? Yes,
everything is a corrective to everything else.