Tioman Island

Palm trees slap stallion wind
and coconuts plummet
drumming
packed earth.

Kite like a moon in blue serene
floats above South China Sea
while bamboo music bow hums
and emotions run the jungle beach.

Children from the Village of Doubt
await Malay mothers
bringing lotus seed
bean paste duck egg cakes.

Stained glass leaves shiver
as crescent sail banks
then yaws,
like desire on a hinge.

Come the night
and moon kite
hovers near
the spiral dance

a fixed star
nailed to the sky
tethered to pain-
evil spirits flee.