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Ekolu Mea Ku’i

April 28, 2023

Kaleimomi told me the story as Hilo rains

were dancing across Waiakea Pond.

The car drove itself, he said, turning here

and there, a weave from corner to corner until

it stopped in front of an old house, abandoned

and entwined with maile vine, the windows

behind bushes, the door guarded by a four-foot

hive of bees. He exited the car and stood,

non-blinking, as if in a daze. “Don’t go,”

his wife shouted, thinking of his allergy

to venom, but he couldn’t stop, and enshrouded

in a mist, he stole safely by the bees.

Inside stood a wooden table, laced with strands

of cobwebs. On the table were ekolu mea ku’i,

three poi pounders. From deep inside his gut,

a voice spoke to him “Take kēia ekolu mea ku’i,

guard and protect the three poi pounders for

future generations.” So he gathered the three poi

pounders, and again enveloped in mist, he strode

safely out, past the bees stitching at the empty air.

Later his father would ask, “Do they have names?”

And on this asking the names appeared to Kalei.

“Yes, they do, Father.  Faith, Hope, and Charity.”

poi pounders

I listened as the rain kneaded the earth. Hilo

is famous for its Kanelehua rain, but today’s

fruitful rain is heavier, pounding the soil,

dancing. A taro plant trembles by the pond.

taro plants

Illustration credits: Ring type and Pedestal type Poi Pounders found only on the Island of Kauai on display at the Kauai Museum. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ring_type_and_Pedestal_type_Poi_Pounders_found_only_on_the_Island_of_Kauai_on_display_at_the_Kauai_Museum.jpg#/media/File:Ring_type_and_Pedestal_type_Poi_Pounders_found_only_on_the_Island_of_Kauai_on_display_at_the_Kauai_Museum.jpg

Taro plant image: Source:Bouba. via Wikimedia Commons. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Songe-R%C3%A9union.JPG. This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 Generic license.

Teaser photo credit: One of the largest taro-growing areas in the Hawaiian Islands is on Kauaʻi, in the Lower Hanalei Valley. By Bealbrown at en.wikipedia – Took summer of 2005 in Kauai'i, Hawai. Transfered from en.wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3315618

Terry McNeely

i began writing, mostly poetry, shortly after my wife, Mickel, died in ʻ95. Death figured prominently in my thoughts, my own loss, my own alcohol abuse, the manʻs ecological destruction of a planet, the impoverishment of billions. Through these parallel dyings, i learned everything changes, there is nothing to hang onto and i came to find compassion, for myself and the larger world, and through compassion, i believe, we can find meaning in our lives, in our actions. To that end, i write.

Iʻve lived most of my life in northern california, until i moved to hawaiʻi in 2003, where i live on the big island in Hilo. I have worked at various jobs, mostly USPS, but also owned a small bookstore.


Tags: cultural stories, hawaii, indigenous foodways