I always envision you
In the mountains
across the sea
In a silent retreat
You left a few years ago
Homeward bound
I am in a city
You are spreadeagled on the sand
Under the stars
You think about me
I think about you
One night the world was being ravaged by a storm
You were someplace else
Dark
Cold
"Do not ride the boat home", I said.
We were up all night
Thumbspeak
Black
Pitch-black
I could see you
In the flame of my matchstick
I could even hear your laughter
My heart was being ravaged by the storm
You were my anchor.
You swam the sparkling seas
Your iridescent skin
And I wish I was there
You said you wish I was there
"I am getting thin," you said.
Thumbspeak,
I could hear your labored breathing
I could see you climb the mountains
I could see you bathing in the sun
I could hear you preach
I could see you staring at the night sky
Could see your eyelashes across the universe
"Goodnight"
"Goodnight"
Then you cut off
Thinking I cut off
Summer
Rain
Summer
Time has passed
August. September. October. November. December. January. February. March. April.
We stare up at the clouds
"Isugba"
What?
"Inihaw"
"I missed you."
"I missed you."
"No, you did not"
"I did."
"Why?"
"You stopped speaking to me"
"No, you stopped speaking to me"
"I missed you."
I could clearly see you again
In the flame of my matchstick
Against the sun
In the rain
In the dark
In the wind
I was there with you again
Counting the stars
Swimming the seas
And climbing the mountains
And preaching
And soaring in the sky
And tasting the salt of the seawater
And plunging the depths of the sea
of your soul
of your heart
I am now anchored.
2008.
