Avea Rahi (First Anniversary) I still say yes--the question was,
could we stand to stand barefoot
on old coral if only stillness
could deceive our keen pursuers;
could turn aside the wedding guests
who only wish to share, only
to witness what they cannot share.
Have we the will, when skin meets stone,
to go on--
because skin elsewhere touches skin--
on, like the tented roots of a
pandanus bearing its one trunk
above the nexus while the sun
beats down and coral whets itself
against the surf--until the guests
wear out and the hunt resolves in
a homeward wind among the leaves:
bearing it upward, this one life,
to the sun.
Cyd Harrell, 2002. All rights reserved.
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