In Mostly Water, Jonathon Medeiros writes from Kaua'i through the strange stillness of 2020's quarantine, isolation, and the slow rediscovery of what was always right there. These are poems about rivers and lemon trees, bike rides through childhood, mountains that vanish in the rain and come back changed. Medeiros pays attention the way a teacher does: patiently, generously, with the understanding that noticing is itself a kind of care.
The poems move from March through September, tracing a life lived close to the land and the sea, among family, students, and neighbors learning to be neighborly in new ways. There is grief here, and worry, but mostly there is a quiet insistence on presence and looking deeply enough to see what the rushing world usually hides.
