This morning being casually profound
I am Able To See
You who are visible only to the furtive glance
My side eye catching the winter breath of maize
Husks burning, watched by wolves and deer,
The teal way of pine boughs in the blue sky
The pink way of the lotus in the black murk.
I would join you, if I could, but I labor like grub
Under tamped soil in the clay pot of a hothouse rose
On a window sill -- imprisoned by the frontal look
Of this world whose cement grid cuts
Ley lines to ensure forgetting.
I too would like to Speak
The languages of sky, wind and water
Dilaut, whose very name is vastness,
Shaming us who are rendered small
This morning being casually profound, I find you
O world visible only to the sidelong glance. -- ##
Note: Dilaut is the old name for the Badjao who are called sea gypsies.
Laut is the Tagalog word for the high seas.
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