DAVID KEALI‘I

David Keali‘i is a Queer Kanaka Maoli poet who was born and raised in Springfield, Massachusetts. In 2009 he represented the city of Worcester along with four other poets at the National Poetry Slam. His poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from: Ōiwi: A Native Hawaiian Journal, Full of Crow and Mythium: The Journal of Contemporary Literature and Cultural Voices.

Quilt Poem

Mahealani’s hands

know quilting easy as freedom.

Push the needle,

tug the thread.

Push.

Tug.

Mahealani learned this art

from her mother and grandmother

who had learned it from

missionary women who came

to Hawai‘i from New England.

Those pious ladies had no idea

Hawaiian women were already

masters of fabric.

Mahealani’s grandmother would make

tapa, Hawaiian bark cloth, by pounding

the pulp of the mulberry tree

into sheets used for clothing and bedding.

Like so many other Hawaiian women

she knew the skill of dye and prints, adding her own personal touch.

Mahealani continues this tradition by

quilting for those rare nights

when the island’s temperature dips below 70 degrees.

She makes designs based on local flora,

bright colours, ocean views or patriotism.

Her masterpiece is always on her bed.

This quilt shows deftness of skill and

attention to the different changes around her.

Her masterpiece is a quilt whose borders

consist of four Hawaiian flags.

In the mast corner, the Union Jack.

Then, eight stripes of white, red and blue

for each of the major islands.

When you look down at Mahealani’s bed

you see the flags flying upside down

the international signal for a country in distress.

On the white centre field of the quilt

the crest of her Nation has been embroidered with diligence, absolute care.

Enclosing in on the crest are four white stars,

symbol of a foreign nation,

their edges sharpened by manifest destiny.

At night Mahealani snuggles herself beneath her quilt.

She looks down at the flag opposite her head, sees it flying as it should:

Unbound, not dominated by unwelcome alliances.

During the day Mahealani’s hands

know quilting and resistance easy as freedom.

Push the needle,

tug the thread.

Push.

Tug.