An Island Night

The island has known carefree
nights of youthful moons,
of storms when winds
roll through
with white tipped
waves of ocean blue.

The island hears shared whispers,
‘tween lovers in the corner booth
under the leaky thatched roof
of amber-like straw
as they sip coconut milk
staring through puppy eyes.

The island has taught us to speak
in the rhythm of Pahu drums
watching girls gently sway
to music with hips that hum
telling stories with
mudra hands.

The island provides our needs
like fried spam in bubbling
pineapple juice over coconut rice
on carefree nights
while sand-locked longboards
proudly stand.

Come to the island to watch
glassy seas slap sandy shores
of native welcome,
and press your nose to mine
in an honoring of the breath.
Come to an island night.