By Lu Sobredo
The fog caresses the trees
As we walk among the crowd
In search of ourselves.
I feel your presence
And that seems to erase
The ambivalence that threatens
To suffocate
My whole being.
In gratitude I turn to you
Only to meet the sorrow in your eyes.
The palpitating moments
Augment the restlessness
In you.
I watch the fog
Caress your bitterness
For their seems to be nothing
I can do
Other than listen to you.
So I listen and yet only to cringe
At the ominous tempo of your song.
The fog keeps on caressing the trees
As we walk among the crowd
Still in search of ourselves.
©Lu Sobredo, Poem from the Collection, Glimpses Into Youth: Poems for My Mother.
©James Sobredo, Photo: Dawning at the Peak of Mt. Pulag in the Philippines.
Dawning at the Peak of Mt. Pulag in the Philippines. ©James Sobredo, 2013. |
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