Piece of Earth

 

Piece of Earth

In the past week,

two people have

told me about

their dreams of

a farm — or

at the very least

a small vegetable

garden.

It reminds me

of our trips to

Tanay, buying

powdered turmeric

tea in the shade

of a small

bamboo hut

where they also

sold fresh milk

and lettuce.

We cannot visit

anymore and

I have never

grown anything

green with

my hands.

It is so bitter-

sweet to peg

this to the

someday wall.

We all know

it doesn’t

exist.

Tomorrow,

I’ll walk

by the river.

At least

I have

that.

Image: Sigmund of Unsplash.

April 16, 2021

#NaPoWriMo2021 No. 16

Abatan River

Abatan River

A two-week old creature,
lit up from the inside,
travels from the constellation
of a mangrove and lands
on my son's palm.

I glimpse the tiniest
of alien suns,

and I see that I am
fragile, flickering,
a spark in the darkness.

The sweep of this hushed river
carries my prayer
for a life full
of light.

- Justine Camacho-Tajonera