She came outta nowhere Or perhaps it was Somewhere Simply unknown to me. We connected Yet I did not see what was there. She reached out knowingly. I accepted with curiosity. We held hands While I drove a stick Shifting with the left Holding with the right Knee lending assurance To the underside of the steering wheel. We visited forestland. She taught me to be Honoring Of Mother Nature and All That Is. She made a small pouch From leather Filled with lavender For our offerings at the forest portal. She taught me about reverence. She would say, “Look what the hand found!” As if the hand had a mind of its own, An energy of its very own. What the hand pulled out Was always the purrfect finding. She taught me about the hand. She knew how to tend the beds I was a new-be. We laid drip. We scooped potted keiki Into prepared soil. She taught me about the garden. Heading to Lahaina area For my first encounter. Up I went on that board, On that wave with her timely urging. She taught me to surf. We observed the scene at Piahe The wave rider pulling the surfer and board So as to gain massive speed in order to ride the giants. She taught me about Grandmother Tree Who spoke to her of me. We journeyed with vivid colours Amidst flirting foliage And Grandmother dancing. We came away from the journey Altered, Never to be the same again. She was in love with me And I was falling ever so sweetly into her. We five Channeled atop Haleakala Where no others were seen. I still have the recording Of The Bishops, she ‘n me. We encountered Pueo galore that day Like no other one since. We departed the Long’s parking lot With her looking bigger than life As she stood in the parking lot Hands raised so as to gain our attention As we waited for the light to turn green, Asking for the return of her phone As her tried and true-blue oldie Rested in the back-seat car door handle. We got the call. We located her van in perfect order Bereft of her The ocean crashing on the steeply rocked slope. We searched long and hard. To no avail, Finding only a piece remaining of that true-blue oldie. Her hand-sewn leather pouch Graces my keepsake box. Her Pueo feathers & lavender adorn within. Her energy imbues the forest portal Of which I often visit. Each time Pueo reveals themself She consciously reminds me Of her omnipresent Love. She is with me always She is here. Ten years later, In walks another. Unbeknownst to me Is the friendship I have been calling in. She is the only one to respond. Well, one is certainly better than none! We share an intimate circle of two As we unveil that which wishes to be shared. She is present. She is beautiful From the inside and out. She is conscious. She has done her work. She does not lean. She does not demand. She wishes to grow. She is open & Loving. She is grounded and yielding. She is easy to be amidst. She exclaims, “Yes”, Each time I ask. She has a new name, “The Yes Girl!” I called you in Yet I did not know It was you who responded. We co-create! A dream come true, With ease & Grace, Alignment and All. Thank you for being the one. That one who fulfills A space barren For years. There have been others, But none so aligned As these two who meet me where I Am. I am accepted. I am seen. I am Loved. I am Grateful.