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Learning The Hula Above Anini
(A poem of appreciation to Fern-Merle Jones, co-leader of Halau Kupua o Kauai)
- Don't move your shoulders,
- she says. Just your hips. She
- does not say why. Her back
- is straight and still, knees bent,
- and she teaches me the hela,
- the ka'apuni, the kaholo.
- Our feet move, our hips
- move. We are slow and quiet.
- Then she teaches my hands to speak.
- The rain is falling, she says.
- We flutter our fingers
- and turn. It brings life
- to the land and makes flowers
- bloom. But this is only
- what it means on the surface,
- she says. The blossom, she says,
- as she turns her hands up, is our love
- for our children, or for a lover,
- or even, she says for our parents.
- No one ever knows exactly
- what the hula really says.