Before the night, there was panic and motion
and collision of bodies that want to go home,
choral protests of stomachs that want to be fed.
A sun sets and a candle is used to replace
the littlest consolation for all wretchedness.
Probably, one dying candle would fall
and find tattered clothes to burn.
Probably, fire trucks would find it hard
to get through a puzzle of houses.
Probably, death is all but unanticipated
for those who have been missing a life
During the night, someone waits a stranger
Hopefulness and hopelessness in a mire
The only certainty is the act of waiting,
And how one can know a stranger?
When does estrangement begins and when does
What is the point of paradoxes
and logical dirts?
During the night, women write poems,
some boys write their philosophies,
and let sunrises consummate a need for redemption.
After the night, there could be strength.
For what one muses, she has to act upon soon.
Lilies and daisies grow because
of ecological flows.
But we are all ever-digressing and arguing
After the night, the sun cries
As it watches over the inhibited
pains of little peddlers on
a pointless journey of strife.
August 08, 2012 Philam Baguio City