Contact That’s when two stuff Touch, yeah?

Just like when the tides come in And touch the shores Bringing what it will.

Fish from the deep Limu from the shores ʻOpihi from the rocks Coconuts on the drift Logs from the continent People from around the world Plastics and ʻopala of all sorts.

The shore has no choice It has to accept Whatever the tides bring.

Here we are In this swirling muliwai Of ideas and manaʻo Philosophies and spiritualities.

Like the tides Ebbing and flowing The shore has no choice.