***Nalo means lost in Hawaiian
Mana is spirit or power
Haumea and Wakea are ancient gods; Laka is their daughter, the goddess of hula.
Akepa: is a scarlet or yellow-green hawaiian honeycreeper
Last night he dreamt again of the past.
the answer disappears with the finches
when he wakes
under his mystical banyan
in Kalihi Valley.
The tree that he knew
as a child
which shows him its mana
in the howl of the damp
in the leaves
whispering her name
combing-out memories
tangled within their dark stillness.
Coarse roots stretching back
to the time of
Wakea and Haumea.
A goddess born from Haumea’s eye
Kapo has many names
one is Laka.
Laka can be seen
as a lizard or
a human.
Her chants
awaken
the old spirits.
He is blinded
afraid of her truth
a truth that haunts his stirring dreams.
He knows that
the stones of life
by the spouting waters
can heal him
from her intrusion
but he is lost.
Wandering alone
as he seeks the old path
that the kahuna spoke of
long overgrown and forgotten.
He remembers
that the words to her song
guide the way
but they are as faint as the stars
in the tropical sun
invisible
in his frantic mind.
He bargains with her for the key
but the guardian
taunts him
detecting his weakness
for drink
and keeps his path
shrouded in darkness.
Countless moons wax and wane
as flocks of mischievous Akepa
gather leaves and weave seed leis
within the coarse black strands
of his lengthening beard
as he sleeps
at night
between the broad roots at the
foot of the banyan
its thick branches
shielding him
from her wiles
as he fitfully rests
inside their sway.
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