Aloha

Somewhere in a timeline
Unstitched
Bare feet dance
Over a grave
In which
I am not sure
My body yet lies

Regardless
Of whether
I am bones turned dust
Freshly planted
Or awaiting my turn
The performance
Is without insolence
Dancers celebrating all
With equal aplomb
Enthusiasm
And indifference

They are spring rain
And winter starvation
Last rites
And birthing ward
Harvest and seed
Sunset ceremonies
Tied to the wheel
Of forever’s
Fresh breaking dawn