Olene’ Togiailua
In the haze of labor
I was found by a kindred spirit.
She grounded me, evoking fellowships
of the past.
She wound up and down the beaten path,
sojourner towards truth on a shoestring budget.
She reminded me of our first encounter.
Years ago, she sat as I spoke of Bedlam & Squalor
Arising out of the mire
to let the unheard know
“There is space. It just needs to be taken.”
And she smiled at the glimmer of recognition in my eyes
“You inspired me to keep going, I just wanted to thank you.”
And with that she bid me a farewell.
Those shimmering moments of kinship
though fleeting
have kept me alive.