While in my hammock in the Kalalau

While in my hammock I write a poem.
While in my hammock in the Kalalau, I swing.
While in my hammock the waves crash
                                     and the birds sing.

While in my hammock Time moves with the Sun.
While in my hammock I meditate.
While in my hammock I am never late.
                                      I sit and wait.

While in my hammock I eat everything with peanut butter.
While in my hammock I brush my teeth.
While in my hammock I drink the water that drips from the tarp above,
                                      I am full of love.

While in my hammock I stoke the Fire.
                                      The Fire that keeps my warm.
                                      The Fire that heats my food.
                                      The Fire that dries my clothes.
                                      The Fire that brings the Kalalau family together,
                               and The Fire that keeps me company when I am alone.

While in my hammock I stretch with the rising sun
                                     and doze off with the setting moon.

While in my hammock I peel the oranges and crack open the passion fruit,
                                      and when I am done I watch the cardinals pick up my mess.

While in my hammock in the Kalalau, I rest.