Finding Home

Alindanaw, Handanaw, Sandanaw In our vernacular In noonday height Its scurrying flight on grilled fences and nameless greens It placed itself in front of me Waiting somewhat patiently For me to what? Catch it? Shoo it away? Or capture it In an eternal frame? It hovered from leaf to steel And leaf again Until I poised the shutter and clicked away Twice. But it was gone the second time. And I looked at the screen That first single capture simply said it all-- Sometimes in life, You only need one chance Just one, to get it right.

Abuyog, Leyte 2013 Where the river meets the sea And in between A sand bar of powdery beige bringing back a monument of memories... Badian, Cebu 2002 It's fascinating when you're caught in the middle of such meeting an illicit rendezvous almost A gush of coolness a rush of warmth against my lungs and down my toes A taste of bland and a dash of salt where the river which was liquid from the waterfalls ran to the sea Running with the speed of the sun rising and yet... With the lazy courtship of the sky blossoming and sun falling Bring me back to the shores of Badian where the laughing waves meet the giggling sand... Coastal drive Slowly curving gently turning blind corners transformed kind with telltale signs that signal every turn leaving only an easy comfort as the soundtrack of my life blares on as loudly as the sun glares high as brightness takes on a

Haiku Number 1: In these words, you're here With me, in these lines we be- Come infinite, free Haiku Number 2: (Failed attempt, clearly) I'll tell the world our story, how I held on to you Like a lifeboat and how You were the sea Haiku Number 3: Searching for my truth Is digging the earth with both my hands that find you Haiku Number 4: Between spaces of The words " I love you" is Where you'll find me. Haiku Number 5: And then three plain words Simply strung together just mends you--" I have you." Haiku Number 6: And when you cup my Face in your hands, all else-- fear Doubt, pain disappear Haiku Number 7: I'll pick up each and Every broken piece of you Love you whole again... Haiku Number 8: Let me pry open Your clenched fist where your soul is Let me set you free Haiku Number 9: All we have is three Thousand six hundred seconds Of you breathing me... Photo Credit: Google Images

This life is not Black and white Even days have Their share of Shadows and grays Even summer Has her glimpses of Preponderous rain Even martyrs Have their quiet sins Even miracles have Their unfortunate Equivalents And still Even the most Common of us Have moments of Brilliance And even in the Most desolate of nights Glows forth these balls Of light Even the height Of monsoon Sheds unimaginable Colors across the Muted sky Even sinners find redemption, comfort Salvation Even the impossible Is conquered by The unfathomable No, life is not mere Halves of white And black There is light. Do not forget. There is light.

If only life was as simple as the words I write In the verses I have created Then I wouldn't be Writing this to you. Instead, I would be Your "good morning" And "good night" Every sigh you hear That takes the place Of the air you breathe...

To just sit and drink Your cup of coffee Inhaling its aroma Its steam warming Your cheeks down To the soles of Your feet To listen to the song Of the rain trickling On stones like water Tickling their surfaces Pouring on grass Like a rustled whisper Of comfort, "tip-tap" To watch birds fluttering Chirping on the barb-wired fence As if in serious conversation To find oneself immersed In that conversation as well, Chiming in To feel the coolness of air The rain gives off On your bare skin To touch window panes And trace one's name Or another's or draw Stars, hearts or Whatever shape And to behold the Dew drop on One's finger point To hold that piece of Silver scoop and wonder How fingers move To shovel bits and pieces To one's mouth That nourish one's faculties To feel every texture, taste And crunch with your Teeth, palate and tongue To wait for nothing But your ow