it may look like a moment like this one
too many hours couch surfing
remembering teachings from Uncle,
my lomi teacher i met in hawaii last spring.
he scolded me for coming to see him
without a descent breakfast
i told him i had a banana.
he said it wasnt enough.
the advice was like being reborn
twice in my heart.
he said more.
he said cut down on the computer use.
visit the ocean every chance you get.
get ready for the unexpected resurfacing.
this is not a poem
just punctuation on hiatus
with limited view of subliminal messages
i wrote them down for myself
and on days like today i say
yes iyeoka, i know—i’m listening.
i’m still finding the unravel
happening in collaboration with
distractions and attraction.
i got lost and found
like an underground
merry-go-round, round.
