Jade silva
Koholā
The hordes of Koholā pods
cut the tides with fluorescent flippers
Glowing orbs under frigid aquamarine water
A lighthouse beckons:
Their massive bodies fight the polar ocean
Heating and speeding up
as the waves warm. They frolic among cliffsides
and float into Hilo Bay. Following the sun,
they know where home is
There, they sing to land-dwellers
who cup their ears to hard-earned
knowledge and ancestral stories
gleaned deep underneath Honoli’i surfers
and Manu O Ku. Their life-giving elements
settle into our realm
like a thin layer of dust after a Kona sandstorm
The hordes of Koholā pods
cut the tides with fluorescent flippers
Glowing orbs under frigid aquamarine water
A lighthouse beckons:
Their massive bodies fight the polar ocean
Heating and speeding up
as the waves warm. They frolic among cliffsides
and float into Hilo Bay. Following the sun,
they know where home is
There, they sing to land-dwellers
who cup their ears to hard-earned
knowledge and ancestral stories
gleaned deep underneath Honoli’i surfers
and Manu O Ku. Their life-giving elements
settle into our realm
like a thin layer of dust after a Kona sandstorm