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 life
one of its 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.
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 life
one of its 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.