Me
one day with babies,
Kids
I hope will love Kaua'i
As we were raised to
Telling them Waipouli once
had
Clear dark fresh waters
Flowing clean to the sea
And places you
could see
The mountains
And the ocean
Even both at the same time.
I
hope they can
touch ground that might
still hold a fish hook.
We will
oli
And remember Hi'iaka.
Kaua'i,
Hemolele i ka Malie
-- Mehana Blaich
Vaughan
more stuff. i ride one of my bicycles (road bike, very much overkill, but the mountain bike is too heavy and the triathlon bike isn't so good on hills) over the pali highway at least once a week, or so i try. i've been in a new position, director of the office of health equity, for about two months now. there's plenty of work, since we are trying to reduce health disparities and improve cultural competency in both our department (health) and the state . . . not too much creative writing, unfortunately, and not much music. i just got back from the pacific regional indigenous doctors' conference two weeks ago, and then was back for a day, tried mediation over some issues with my daughter and her mom (my ex-wife) that wasn't very successful, and then last week was washington, dc for training for presidents-elect of the affiliates of the american public health association (i'm the president elect for the hawaiii chapter).
here's a couple pictures of/from the pali 
Night
The cold remote
islands
And the blue
estuaries
Where what breathes,
breathes
The restless wind of the
inlets,
And what drinks,
drinks
The incoming
tide;
Where shell and
weed
Wait upon the salt wash of the
sea,
And the clear nights of
stars
Swing their lights
westward
To set behind the
land;
Where the pulse clinging to the
rocks
Renews itself
forever;
Where, again on cloudless
nights,
The water
reflects
The firmament’s partial
setting;
-- O
remember
In your narrowing dark
hours
That more things
move
Than blood in the
heart.
-- Louise Bogan
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