The Music of Rumbling Pōhaku

Abstract

It was already dark when I arrived, so dark that I hesitated at the driveway, wondering if I was at the wrong address. Dense foliage concealed the house and muffled the intense discussion inside. I made my way up the stairs, passing kī and pua kenikeni plants. Through the window I could see a group of eight or nine people in a circle around a low table with food and drink. The surrounding darkness made the warmly lit interior seem extra luminous, as if to accentuate the urgency of the conversation.