Poem | Moonlight paddling

Moon cake of light gold crusting

Marking the eerie dark of the night

With a taste of quaint entrance

As if mocking the daylight turn

Rush to the kayaks!

We keiki of the morning light

Who dive into the Pacific in beats

Of pounding hearts and vigilant eyes

Arms move to the rhythm of paddles

With movements of incandescence

Below in silence, moon meets moon

With moon maker in shadow crest!