Pō
We are first
a galaxy of stars
sacred by naming:
Kaʻawela, Kūpoʻilaniua,
Haʻi, Kahaʻi, Kahaʻihaʻi
My Earth Mother
undulates under
my Sky Father,
his rivulets of salp
into clefts of sod and bone,
the wood of the sluice
clenches in rock brackets
beaten again and
again by the tide.
These silver darts of moi
tumble over each other
to gather in the indigo.
My genealogy is
between the tides,
this womb, a soul.
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