We erode the sides
of Haupu
and stop the flow
of rivers.
We control
our lives
from our first cry
to our last shallow breath.
We beat the lava smooth,
make it slippery
with moss.
We strut
like peacocks
after the cancer
has eaten
the very last cell.
We encumber
the life force,
the balance,
the predictable.
We startle
the ocean to raise
a tsunami
and carry a city away.
We creep into the cave
and hang upside down
flying to the beat
of a different wing.
We spoil the last word s
that come
from our mouths and float
around our bodies.
We paint a word
on each door,
each floor,
another word,
another door,
another river,
another horse,
another morning
full is sunlight
or even rain.
