The sky is cracked in light ruin
just beyond Ka’ena Pt.
words leap back into the ocean
clouding the tangible
crowding the foreground
with half-lit banyans
loosening shadows to sleep on the ground
to seep into the sound of the sea
the midnight science
the alchemy that transforms all this to words.
The wind will turn pages
like the last breath
in the last struggle before death
symbolically closes this chapter.
If not the one book,
it was another
the source of sudden insight
divorced, restless feet to flight
on countless journies
coast to coast to close the distance
between night breezed sighs
and the light of island moons
pressing together thighs
breaking the midnight science of silence
pierced like splinters
you pull out one by one
until all their strings were undone
and there was nothing left holding me to you.