Voggy Day

The curious mix of fiction and reality
that is my life, and maybe everyone's
the stories I tell myself and others
about why, and what, and who did what
and how I felt about it
and how I feel about it now
the stories I tell about you, that tell about me
and Kona winds
a volcano I can't explain
a date I did not have
a hurry I wish I had not had
a storyteller with too much to say
love and sausage
and the healing power of the night
when bioluminescence is real and a gift
and the next day
when the red sun is no more
and the sky is white
with oppressive peace
only the birds are in love
the peace does win in the end
but the spontaneous song is more memorable