Nā Pali

By Dan Hein

I rubbed my hands against the jagged edge
Of the rusted rock.

Two Hawaiian boys
Throw sand at each other on the coastline.

Every now and again, an image comes
To me on the waves.

An image of love,
A love that blossomed on these ancient cliffs.

A love that brought old boats to shore, a love
That tore us apart.

And a love that died,
A love that floats with you in the water.

Forget everything you know about love.

Love is the air you breathe, love is the Earth.

Don’t throw yourself into somebody’s arms.


Throw yourself onto the ground, and become one.