Sunday morning


Days pass rapidly.
Its passage is damp.
Rain repeatedly falls
into sharp needles
of Bermuda grass
on the lawn.

Now a new day.
The thin sun
appears finally
atop the eastern horizon,
cozy morning.

For a moment, I sweep
the neighborhood
with my eyes. See
villagers wearing
Sunday dresses
rushing to hear
the first morning mass.

Others are jogging
stretching frozen joints,
fine acts of celebrating
day’s coming with light.

The morning brings in
fresh blessings, revealing
new diagrams of meaning.

(Raul G. Moldez works with the Office of the Sangguniang Panlungsod of Cagayan de Oro City, Philippines. Earned AB English (cum laude) degree from Liceo de Cagayan (now a university). Writes poetry and fiction in English and Cebuano. Published in Home Life, Philippines Free Press, Bisaya, Ani 27, Sun.Star Superbalita, Sun.Star Weekend, Sunday Times Magazine,, Likhaan Online, Future Pinoy, Pen Pushers, Bugs and Bytes, A Critical Survey of Philippine Literature, Bituon Literary Journal, Crowns and Oranges, Peace Mindanao and Dalityapi, among other publications and online magazines.)


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