I want to be alone,
to sit between the
concave hollows of my bones,
nestle beneath folds of skin,
shut my eyes and
make the world go dim,
just me and a pulse,
a heartrate pumping blood
and when I open them
it's not the floodlit streets,
wars, fires or anger I see
but the trees and fields;
the peace i wear like a glove,
vowing not to take it off the
minute things get tough.

Winter introduced itself like a
Sudden death in the family.
A -28 degrees celsius day has fingers
Thin enough to reach through glass,
Leaving its ice on the inside of
Windows.

I find candles and carry firewood,
Preparing for a cold one.
Out here, blackouts can last for a day.
My iPad and portable modem have
Battery enough for one
Poem.

Such are my priorities.
I empty my fridge into the snow,
Thanking the gods
For my beer.
Don't try to reach me. I'm remembering
Life from centuries ago.

Throwing rocks into the winter river.
Ice as thin as a child's soul's skin
Carries not the weight
Of History's oldest weapon.

Like a paperless poem it shatters,
Floating away with the fleeing stream.
Water needs no windows.
Nothing is outside to its within.

What loss would it be?
What cost would it take?
To borrow such wings,
To fly to the King?

Follow his lead,
To hear him teach,
To know what it means,
To believe in the Dream.

Watch him dance in the grass,
Drinking from heaven's glass,
Singing,
"Free at Last... Free at Last..."

Talk often so that others may find mirth in your stories
and laugh at yourself, help destabilise all ego's.

Here in the dusk of the day I dilute
Myself into anything:

I am a hummingbird and I go fanning
The flora of the forest,
I move in a slow motion when I watch
Myself fly,
However I am also the wind which carries
Each feather in a flight of fancy,
And soon the Luna dances into my
Fluttering wings and I am lit
By the mist of living water as the moon
Makes them tiny falling stars,
A galaxy is lost in my wings,
And soon I am the rain in the night
As I cover the earth in liquidity
With my falling ways
Giving life to life,
And while the rain I covered
My sad human form walking in the
Afterthoughts of the hummingbird,
As I move into the darkness,
And I remember I am afraid
Of the shadows.

Sun is now cradled
............where it always dips...at dusk
..................seems within reach...of low-lying clouds...
.......................no more birds, butterflies...or other winged creatures

Another day spent...
........................but, the SKY, never rests
....................if not sun, there'll be a moon
................always, night...after day...after night...after day
...........a cloak of darkness has taken over
......eyes roam through the shadows
...recalling one by one...how the day went by

...can't help but smile, for chores and errands done
.........eyebrows are raised, for the ones yet to be finished
...............a sigh, with the wind blowing...for plans...and dreams,
.....................still unrealized....those that persist...but, just...cannot be
.........................i put them aside in shelves...at the back of my mind
..............................stubbornly resurfacing.....every now and then...

I wonder about the SKY
...............................does it ever get tired?......as i am?
..........................for, i now feel the late afternoon aches
....................my body, my thoughts get weary, at this hour...
...............but, i lighten up...when a full moon appears...
...........SKY is revived...a stationary beacon...a nocturnal smile
.......a sign...the night rules for a while...while everyone sleeps
...while sun gets busy, giving light and life on the other side

And i,
...always find a reason to be alone out there...
.........in the silence of a moon glow
.............a rocking chair awaits...
.................in the summer...a woven mat is spread
....................with both arms under my head,
........................i lie on a cold mattress of pebbles and grass,
.............................gaze at the heavenly  SKY.....recognize the bear
.................................the hunter...the morning star...or catch a falling star!
.......................................if i'm lucky, i'd be dazzled by glowing fireflies...

As i...
......................................am always grateful...for another day almost done
.................................and to unfold before long, is a new one
..........................time to finish what's left undone...a time for new beginnings
....................look forward to another day...and another.....and another
.............while i......remain unmindful
........of shadows watching......from afar
...of perils...............lurking........in the dark...

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::::::::::::::Sally

Copyright January 4, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan