The Passenger

I am the passenger

The iconography of desire

I do not hear the moan and groan of a bitter life 

Ho’ Opuka E Ka La! 

I aim my arrows at the sun
Pure stoked in celestial locomotion
My paradise falls
Dropping like rain into specks
With gravity's pull
Pono
White spumes, popping light reflecting a thousand rainbows
Swept away on undulating rhythmic tides
Through blinding windows burning suns
Crushing coral and flowering weed pools
Surging time, sweeping space
Oli Ho-Oikaika!
With no other wish but to continue until they meet
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride and I ride

– Eric Wong