The Song of the O’o

by Daniel Hudon

This is the song you’ve never heard, one singing for its mate in the dawn, full-breasted, flute-like, so many mornings in the world, as if to hear it is to wake into the life you’ve always wanted, your lover next to you, her hair frizzed, eyes closed, shoulders bare, you can’t tell if she’s awake or not and love the dilemma of waiting or waking and you want to share this anticipation, this gift of silence and the sound echoes in the ōhi’a lehua trees, the song you’ve always dreamed of, created by the forest, the life it brings, the vast landscape of time marked only by a few wingbeats and you long for her to fly to you now: awake, alive, free.

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