Trade Winds

I understand the sound in the trees,
Why the Mokuleias are misted,
Darkening clouds twisted around
Our many-colored coral seas,

I know the colors shift as sand
Races underneath, and islands
Shrink proportional to the winds,
All of it based on the belief,

Right or wrong, that this Atlantis
Exists to trade what I think
It knows for just the surface
Of the secrets that it shows.

June 15th, 2023
Kaiholu