• Seasickness

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    Water, water everywhere
    And not a bridge to cross –

    We’ve seashells washed ashore for ears,
    We’ve sand drifting through my fingers for
    tears.
    We’ve lost them, lost them–all those years
    Not crossing coordinates, pirates at sea,
    With sails afloat, with the winds pulling
    aside
    A thousand nexuses, yet we at both ends,
    A league of connections, who’d never
    guessed

    The X on the map is a single chest:
    Two paths leading to it, from east, from
    west.

    This journey’s but the past regressed.
    Help me out of it now, I plead.
    The lifebuoy’s on the deck to throw.

    Woman overboard, drowning slow.
    The captain’s on the prow, scanning the
    view
    Of landscapes distant, of hemispheres new.
    The southern winds beckon, like sirens in
    mist.
    The northern fjords are swimming in their
    pools, sun-kissed.

    This journey is my past regressed.

    This maelstrom, stranded tempest in my
    breast -Help
    me out of it now, I plead,
    But in severance, sea brine heals what
    bleeds.
    The ghosts of wrecks in depths downstairs,
    Who fuel the absence in the air
    And skeletons find the treasure’s lair
    A woman overboard, water everywhere
    We’ve flung them, cargo, crew and gear-
    While
    mermaids’ songs shall meet them there-

    We’ve lost them, lost them, all those years.

    30 April 2006
    Diliman, Quezon City

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