Before Farewell
Where is forever?
Is it on the same spot
I am standing on right now,
or perhaps that clock
taunting me from the wall?
If I move my foot, form
circles on the ground,
I can go on
and on like that clock.
I see you all doing the same;
the bags at our feet invisible
only the circles we are drawing.
None of us budge.
We are right
where we want to be.
Time has never moved.
We were the ones
who left it behind.
I miss my cofellows from both the Iyas and Dumaguete workshops. I don't usually write poems but I have nothing better to do hahaha!
1st Poetry Reading Session of Silliman Fellows at Sidlakan, Obviously we had fun (photo by Misael Ondong)
Iyas Fellows at Negros Showroom (photo by Jordan Carnice)
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