the white canoe wave
is invisible to the spirit catcher.
as the spirit catcher is looking the other way
while listening to a bloated memory
the real wave comes
the white canoe could have ridden that wave
all the way to shore without spilling a fish
is spoken in a low whisper
If the spirit catcher knew there was a real wave
to capture …
the rip in the fabric of truth would
breach to even more darkness than even now.
not to deny the darkness
without it the moon is never
so bright.
the words of men all will pass
the white canoe wave speaks only
to those who
acutly tune their ears
to ignore the din
of :…see me
whtch this
that was when I
I can…I did.
the white canoe wave goes
on and on and on and on
til the end of the universe
silent but for the
seldom audible splash
and vacuous
thunder.
the meetooists are someplace else
the echo of their’’ thats nothing ‘’
finally gets someones attention
for their childlike starvation.
the white canoe was uncommon .
the white came from somewhere else .
the dark wood was
more durable the white was
lively but passed quickly
the legends of the white canoe
are like the tales of youth
more glorious by the day
especially in the minds of
older and older men.
these older men can see the wave
far out at sea.Seers,
steersmen extrordinaire.
the chosen helmsmen
of the fastest clippers.
Ask donald Mc Kay
who was at the helm.
he may remember his name
some times her name
ease the helm a fraction of a degree
echos of the reset position up current at the
childrens training ground
the longest glide
them who needs to stand
…does …
to assure their
status illusion.
You cannot choose the white canoe wave
I wait for the white canoe wave
It may select me.
I take a wave and ride it up current hoping
I can become one with the special quality
that is the wcw.
sometimes I think maybe
one of the few on the sand
might stop for a second
and get pleasure
seeing my long glide.
then I think,naw
its better to be invisible
to the grains of sand
there are too many.
all the grains of sand on the beach
each with an agenda
self serving and self centered
can never ascend to the
half way point
to fly beneath the
soaring shore birds
let me see
from within the curl line
like the iwa
and others soaring
who can see
the updrafts
coming up the waves.
to be these birds
that are set apart .
like to see the waikiki by moonlight
as the cone of light reflected
starts ewa and
grows to flood the waikiki
they told me hulali was the glistening
teddy gave my third daughter
Hulali for a name.
at wailua
the cone starts at
the eastern horizon
and floods the bay.
such a blue benevolence.
truth to only a few
who may also see
the white canoe wave
…ambrose…
my gift to the few