Kona and His Valley
Awaken to the scent of green
on foliage too broken to be rare
after sleep of listless druggery
from nature's sweet intent
Smoking pit three shades from us
with scents that only heaven knows
which pump the blood to stir the mind
to hunger gone insatiable
Kayaks ready on the ebb
with coffee brewed to mud and back
with sleepy hair and whispered eyes
we take to breaking water
Sunrise knows our skin today
and we know what she's going to say
before the mountains clip her words
and steal her shine in trees
Today we taste the air of gods
once whittled out of Ironwoods
which fell to fodder with the ash
in fire pits to roasting
Sweet it is to fill us up
to draw us back, never enough
of silver skin, against the wind
our muscles taut and tearing.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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