Makauwahi Cave

a path opens up
to the past,

a peephole
into a time of long ago

spirits calling
the living,
spirits silenced
through the ages

my body disappears
into the forest which survives
plantations,
ailments,
man

my body melts
into the stones
surrounding the enclave of souls

why is it that only burial sites
survive?
why is death such an important mark
in everyone’s life?

perhaps it is not to be feared
as we have been taught

perhaps it is time
to make it
our own
friend…