Write again

when you feel

like you have forgotten how to write

fall in love

hide a promise under her tongue

wait and watch to see if she can taste it

let her go

off and far away

watch again if she remembers your taste

let the sad playlist ring out and shake the jealousies in your chest

when you feel again

write

One more song

How did you become

This secret song 

Afraid of it’s own melody 

What was this falling 

Out and apart 

That frayed your edges 

So far to blur 

you could no longer see

what was inside, out and in between 

How did you 

Make becoming 

A quiet prayer of forgetting 

Of slipping away into your own shadow

i am looking 

for that still place where the music waits 

for me, to breathe her into the morning

it is the only way iʻve ever known how to pray

i am looking 

for the woman i was

who once built a monument in the name of maybe

who was willing to fall for possibility 

i am looking 

listening 

waiting 

won’t you sit here with me

watch the notes bounce against the rafters

catch them in the corners of your mouth 

let them dance across your lips

with me 

won’t you

sit here

rest your breath against my palms

stay

stay

stay

just for one more song 

Moving Water

To hide in the ʻehu of someone else’s love 

Overflowing over me

I wonder: Is it the same

As hiding from the salt I have inside of me

as refusing to feel my own 

burning sea

A question to ask yourself every morning: 

Given the chance

What kind of kai would you be?

Would you be the open 

Moana?

The ripping tide?

The dark and deep blue 

so blue it has its own name?

Would you be the calm,

Mālie? 

The quiet, 

malino? 

The daring rough,

koʻo?

Would you be always moving moving moving 

Chasing the horizon

Or would you 

Stay here

Stick to the walls of this cliff called fear 

Forever