soil

[creativesoul]

the land was filled with stories and cultures'
she knew the passions of pele
erruptions of hormonal and spiritual release
lifetimes of heartshaped clouds
hunting pig in the hills was what they did
she is having her fifth child, first with him. training horses and growing weed were his other qualities
she looked like an orchid flower
ready to open
fill the rooms with scents of Creator and life
while the cosmic cocnut wireless tells stories of ganagster bitch and buffalo soldier
she reins as the queen of the bad girls-humbled=pregnant- on mental stellar moments
of lifetimes of hawaii in her blood
the face of her son
is floating above her own-looking thru her eyes
the men always call us crazy when this is going on-
all that visual in the middle between
God the womb and this world
when their are heads sticking out of us-
they are a bit amazed
the rest of the time
it is like being an old shoe
unless you are a clever one
manage to stay unspun
have a little fun
but now in this world it is a difficult place
there is no trace of the previously carefree years
i am one of the grandmothers and aunties now
in kauai making blankets for newborns
i asked pele for a gentler love