Page eight....
.....tells of a ****
clearing his throat
the very same time my neighbor's
rooster was crowing, with all his might
this early morning,
i thought his windpipe would burst...

in my dark surroundings,
i could imagine his spurs...and
the red, bronze and copper feathers
of his flapping wings
while he was perched on a tree branch
while he sang his waking song...

was he boasting of his strength?
or his position in his community?
was he boasting of his sexuality?

my attention was taken by a continuous chirping
of the birds in another tree at the backyard
while i heard distant voices of people, and
a distant barking of dogs
while the other members of my household
were still sound asleep....
and a sudden thought assailed me, and
dwelt heavily upon me.....i suddenly felt
awkward.....like, i do not belong...that i'm
just finding my corner in this solemn space...

hey, hey, wait.....
it's now ten minutes to eight!
it took me this long????

Sally


Copyright April 9, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan