Remember
The silver mists of Hawaii
blinds unsuspecting wanderers
into a fog of damp embrace
dripping ferns and club mosses
huddle beside
the old koa trees
grandmothers and grandfathers
lounge in quiet
repose while the children
spring from the earth around them
little heads emerge
from the leaf litter
and sing as the droplets wash them
those who watch
silently
can hear the melody
and realize
worlds
where life enhances life
turning every log
again and again
into the same
folding