It is known
to everybody
Good things
always
In the
bottom shall stay
Filling all
the narrow corners
And taking
up the lesser space.
That is why
I hunt my breath at night
Making
different calculations
About how I
can split space
Either in
seven, four or three pieces
Pushing
myself to fit
In the
tightest hole of a huge gap.
Fortunately,
3 of my ancestors watch from above
And one is
still thinking of me from afar,
Planting in
my mind roots and steam
Building my
muscles from within
Firing up my
breath.
That is the
moment that I take one more step,
This is why
I know I belong in another race
Which fits
the narrow space
But is
breaking its way
Conquering
all that seems to flow
Since it is
narrow minded.
Abbreviations
that switch my mind set
Soon are
kicked back and I seek
To drive the
water within my sweat
Which drops
down to the narrow space,
Narrow
enough to fit eternity.
Although sometimes
being too tired,
I lay and
sleep
In my
daughters small embrace.
24 October 2014
Tacloban- Philippines
Dream Cafe
