'Poem for the week' -- "Contact Zone":
Contact
That’s when two stuff
Touch, yeah?
Just like when the tides come in
And touch the shores
Bringing what it will.
Fish from the deep
Limu from the shores
ʻOpihi from the rocks
Coconuts on the drift
Logs from the continent
People from around the world
Plastics and ʻopala of all sorts.
The shore has no choice
It has to accept
Whatever the tides bring.
Here we are
In this swirling muliwai
Of ideas and manaʻo
Philosophies and spiritualities.
Like the tides
Ebbing and flowing
The shore has no choice.
But we do!
-- Imaikalani Kalahele
