I follow her aspiration
To waltz to the winds
And laugh at the wiggling butts of bees
She follows my eyes
Eyes so telling
I want to do with her what light does with Lē‘ahi
So like chamomile in this cold
I hold her close
Or least I try
And we dance
At times with blind passion, mistake, and finesse
All to a band I’ve never heard before
All to a song I’ll never hear again
But perhaps I’ll return
To play the music and wiggle my butt
Just as I hope you are the wind – still here
Taylor Niimoto’s background in design, typography, sculpture, and photography is bound by an acute attention to detail and love for visual storytelling. He lives in Honolulu.