Academic journal article Dialogue : A Journal of Mormon Thought

La'ie Mud Rhymes

Academic journal article Dialogue : A Journal of Mormon Thought

La'ie Mud Rhymes

Article excerpt

I write for my friend Michael,

who alone on our island

had grace I could dive into.

Boyhood buddy of beach-night bonfires,

creosote, sage, and sand,

mud on face and feet and hands,

all-American Adonis, baptist,

lean with a smile of simplicity

and the face of a genius.

"God is in the earth" he told me

mirthfully from atop the mountain we conquered.

I ran the way down to the sea

through frangipani, fern, and banyan tree,

feet bare, with freedom,

Michael ran behind me.

Plop of feet in the mud of God

humidity drip from the lilikoi leaves

tangy iron gnarled sod

til we reached the sandy beach

aglow in the twilight.

Mud rhymes,

chimes, twinkling off the mountainside

off the waves in our island paradise.

Innocent seaside savagery,

(hair bleached by saltwater and sun

blown by crisp hibiscus winds

drenched in the gold-blue waters of day,

soaked in obsidian seas of night,

drowned in depths beyond my reach,

lost in jungles beyond my sight.)

Sand between toes, blistered feet,

laughter of many colors,

we swam in oceans of light.

Fever-broke, sunstroke,

carnivorous cannabis kava-tea dreamscape;

God spoke from the jungle where the taro grows,

knock of hallow koa, booming off the sea

tribal on the ridgelines,

ferocity by torchlight;

my eyes were made of fire. …

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