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
modern juxtapositions,
the surreal fusions of food
history, clothes, culture,
time and place; miss driving
through blizzards
safe, snug and warm
while fat white snowflakes
dance hulas on my windshield
to Hawaiian chords
played on a slack guitar.
Bravo Salt! One way to soothe frayed nerves, calm distraction from any discord. Slowly snowflakes descend, float and swirl, airstreams direct their passage to settle, accumulate, dusting terrain, intent to cool and shape abundant musings.
Love Spark