Open mic at the D’verse Poets Pub hosted on OpenLinkNight.
Sunday Morning Kani-Ka-Pila
Sunday mornings I take a break
from global warming, pipeline stand-offs
and fractured politics, tune the dial
to an hour of Polynesian music –
tunes born of ocean swells
and breezy trade winds guaranteed
to move brain waves from beta to alpha.
If the system breaks completely,
re-expands our shrinking planet
dousing lights, shutting down
the web, I’ll miss our strange
the surreal fusions of food
history, clothes, culture,
time and place; miss driving
safe, snug and warm
while fat white snowflakes
dance hulas on my windshield
to Hawaiian chords
played on a slack guitar.