I’ve always liked the view despite the clouds
the telephone poles their sagging lines
playing slack key up and down the straight road
the way the northeast winds suggest each turn
of the languid mobius windmill blades
the way the cattle people this scene fretting
into each other’s skins in these wide open spaces
or the egrets who rise up from their cross-eyed
meditations and hold steady their white
brush strokes against the lapis lazuli
the fierce channel where Maui heavily
weighs being an island against being
a mountain anyway what's in a name
that a search engine can't tell me
all I know is one foot in front of the other
and thoughts from forty years ago
looking to land—too much is never enough
we seem to say but now I wonder about
the mess we’re in how separate we feel
just because we can pick up our feet
or take pictures with our iPhone
see that cow over there the one who
attacked the backhoe back when this was just
a field you know before the windmills came
that was a sight the cow charging the digger
defending her turf her patch of earth
she knew something we were slow to get
the winds of change and the roots
of technology running deep right here
in mid-Pacific where the whitecaps
hide the latest splash of a whale from us
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