Myth For My Tale Bone

  Much more to it than meets the eye © Mokihana Calizar At first glance it's a posture Shunned in the studio. No rewards for the man spilling tears in his ale. Much more to it the Lean For its power Is in the Opposition. And where's The payload If the other moves? Much more to it the Lean I become your Slanted Angle You become My "I" in Isosceles, Tipped. Much more to it the Leaning Tower in Italy Due they say To an unstable Foundation? A 4 degree Lean For centuries. Much more to it the Leaning On you For I am at least 4 degrees Unstable. And yet? You  stay. *** Gray has settled onto the island, but not before the heavens called dramatically. Pueo the Owl knew as a big-eyed guardian will. Pete and I were already tucked under the covers last night when the first thunder sounded. Pollens have settled into me, so my sinuses and my ears are narrowed dealing with what ...

A segue  n. A transition without interruption  This post marks a transition in my blogging life. Without a peek into what Pete is up to it would feel less complete. So to begin Posts-for-Pay a short video of Pete loading his precious cargo of tools only a true tinker could appreciate into TF our new truck . A poem a piece and a photograph Myths for my tale bone © Yvonne Mokihana Calizar I reach deep for the myths that feed my tale bone. The goddess was no more than a girl when she began her crossing. Foreign to the Island She had with her Two tools: A magic skirt  and her powerful chanting. I am a migrant A traveling ancestor Growing old on other islands. The tools I carry? Safety pins  and my propensity to dive Even when 'punch drunk.' Aging © Pete Little I have a feeling for age A sense of pressing presence Knowing through an open body Doubting with a closing mind I had a feeling f...