All women on the stage
Young, old, thin, and round.
Hair of black, gray, straight, curly
Covering minds of myriad memories
Thoughts of love and loss,
Small kid time,
The trivial and the esoteric,
Counting in groups of fours: forties, four hundred, four thousand.
Recalling the ancient pahu drums
Syncopated with the cell phone jig
They exposed just the tip of the iceberg
A ground swell of raw emotion
Waiting to be aired.
Hawaiian women all
Of various shapes and forms
From various backgrounds
and one hanau
The proud and the humble,
The bold and the shy
Speaking their words with repressed emotion.
Private thoughts for a public venue
Ho'okupu
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