By Carol McMillan
My muse has gone missing on Kaua’i.
I made a nest for her in my suitcase
between my sunhat and swimsuit, so
she could fly to Lihue without a ticket.
She must have fled to the beach the minute I opened my bags.
She knows where I am, but I bet she’s avoiding me.
Can you help me search?
Did you see her hula with the auntie in the mu’umu’u?
Or was that her out snorkeling with a honu?
Perhaps she is hiding in a hau blossom;
silly girl, trying to tan in its yellowness.
But it faded to bronze and
fell to the river
where she caught a ride on a paddle board
heading toward the ocean.
Maybe it was my muse you saw
soaring on a moli
gliding out to sea,
or breeching with the humpbacks along the craggy Na Pali Coast.
Let’s let her go.
We’ll not call her back until I’m ready to head home.
A muse needs a vacation too.