{"id":2506,"date":"2026-06-11T19:13:24","date_gmt":"2026-06-11T23:13:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2506"},"modified":"2026-06-11T19:13:24","modified_gmt":"2026-06-11T23:13:24","slug":"11-summer-shards-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2026\/06\/11\/11-summer-shards-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"#11 summer shards 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I pick daylilies and can’t help but think of my mother. The mulching of memories are folded into my hands as I choose a pot. I often see her wrist in mine as I sweep the kitchen floor and race out the door to catch the sunset.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Kissing the Opelu<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am water, only because you are the ocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are here, only
because old leaves have been falling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mulching of memories folding
into buried hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cliffs we learn to edge.
The tree trunk hollowed, humming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am a tongue, only because
you are the body planting stories with thumb.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soil crumbs cling to your knees.
Small stacks of empty clay pots dreaming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am an air plant suspended, only
because you are the trunk I cling to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am the milky fish eye, only
because it\u2019s your favorite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even the sound you make
when your lips kiss the opelu
socket is a mo\u2018olelo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A slipper is lost in the yard.
A haku lei is chilling in the icebox.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am a cup for feathers, only
because you want to fill the hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am a turning wrist, only
because you left the hose on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heliconias are singing underwater.
Beetles are floating across the yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Donovan K\u016bhi\u014d Colleps<\/a>, in Poetry<\/em>, July\/August 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I pick daylilies and can’t help but think of my mother. The mulching of memories are folded into my hands as I choose a pot. I often see her wrist in mine as I sweep the kitchen floor and race out the door to catch the sunset. Kissing the Opelu I am water, only because […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2506","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rough-ideas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2506","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2506"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2506\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2508,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2506\/revisions\/2508"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2506"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2506"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2506"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}