Somewhere in Chiba: An Elegy

Somewhere in Chiba,

A wholeness of a once

fruitful life is now kept in a single box.

Why? I asked the orchestra

of the June rain.

It took an image

of a single box

for me to disembowel one of life’s secrets:

We are all buds

of a single tree.

The tree is a plum blossom.

A single bud fell somewhere in Chiba;

I felt its loneliness.

I asked the tropical Filipino air to heed fast,

to grasp,

and to take my little prayers

somewhere in Chiba.

I pray that

soon, somewhere in Chiba, a forever summer will thaw the winter in the heart of a friend.

Somewhere in Chiba,

wander woman decides to go home.

I think she, too, knows that

in Chiba where my feet have never set,

some hearts have wept.

(May 2020)
|| 💮🌸 RIP Camille-san. I placed your photo beside the Virgin Mary, Mother Mediatrix of All Grace so she may be with you wherever you are.

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