Moths swerve to candles as the weight Of light pulls them in orbit about a flame. I look north from the Sacramento Airport To the oak trees bunched on Elverta Road Where my parents’ home once gleamed Like a candle of love wrought wax drawing Out my childhood of old December nights. Now that house is gone, moved to a place Where the light does not penetrate as far. Now it is a December morning rushing me Back to Hawai‘i, where my wife and children Glow with warmth. That glow draws me home As a parent. If light has no mass, how can lights Past and present weigh so much within my chest? What does a moth do between two candles? Kenneth Tokuno spent his youth in Sacramento where his father had a farm north of the airport. He has published over 100 poems in journals all over the west coast and Hawaii. His book of poems, Orchard, was published by Bellowing Ark Press in 2007. He has lived in Hawaii since 1993. His poetry is usually inspired by his relationships to family and friends.
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