TREE OF LIFE
(for Dad)I am like
an old scrub
digger
oak tree
touching raindrops
between
trembling leaves -
digging tentacles
into fertile earth
searching
this rooted maze
in dank darkness
seeking
to refresh and soothe
strained limbs
that reach toward
blue forgiveness.
FISHING WOMEN
Perched on
wire crated seat
at platform's edge
safety rope tethered
snugly about his waist
hand woven net
at her side, lies waiting.
Eyes peering into power
torrent, raging waters,
below, pulsating
Falls of Women's Hair.
Sensing line in hand
she waits...knowing
the carnal difference
between the tumbling,
moving force of water
and the Sacred bit
of the Salmon.
scharCbear, Lihu'e, Kaua'I, Pacific Ocean |