A Photography Exhibit
 by Apryl Skies


Unsleeping




Adam Bomb



Against The Odds




Blue





The Distance Between





Canoe





Prologue





Maui Surfers




Honu




Mermaids

The Diving Bell Echoes

Akamu, the Fisher King

                

Akamu, the fisher king

whose name knows no age,

only the touch of man to earth,

tide and bind—

 

He crouches at shore

with line and hook

held as moon against

an ocean’s abandoned sky;

 

All the things these

rough hands have grasp,

a lifetime of tribe

and testimony;

our land to the blade…

 

The fisher king

sees life in patterns,

the earth and its dimensions,

the land;

an endless tapestry

of textures and surfaces,

uneasy as ocean

And the ocean

                  breathes him in…

 

His hands and feet

are worn with passions,

rugged with persistence

(unpossessed by the things

he possesses)

 

Driven only;

by the tug of line,

the carving of canoe,

and the draw

of Hilo and Huna…

 

 

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