‘Alae ‘ula

Striking red beak in the mud

for algae and insects

mbleep — whoosh —mbleep — whoosh

Tracing a path from the apu ‘awa sedges

to nearby kalo fields, where it chooses to nest. 

Back again. But no one sees it come.

One turns to eight. Rippling the waters making way for the fish.

Water’s refrain is a daily practice of wet weaves.