Friends are a lot like
leaves of a tree,
or roots of a tree.

They're in your life for
a few seasons and fly,
or in your life forever...

Hold on to your pride.
Clutch it like a mask
On a diving, burning plane.
Only let go when you're alone,
Screaming as the altitude drops,
Cold reality seeping in around you.
Everything is falling, and you are mortal.
You will finish in the same place
As everyone else.
You will breathe your last breath
As everyone else.
You will have regrets and questions
As everyone else.
Get ready to come down here
With everyone else.

Sun slowly peeps
sunbeams, yet to waken
sleepy eyes, minds

sky is gray this morning
several hours past a tremor

no wind to stir action
bamboos, fruit trees
are stilled

currently
awaiting movements
worse than 5.4
it's crazier,
awaiting aftershocks...



Sally

Copyright May 26, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan