Kaligayahan

Dahil naibaba na ang lahat ng depensa

at lahat ng sandata'y naubos.

Tanging bala ay

ay mga pumupugak na pintig

at punglong pinapurol na ng

malayang isip.

Mga ilang saglit na tuwa

(parang walang katapusan)

at nawaglit na mga ala-ala.

Ikaw iyon. Noon.

Ngayon naman ay tayo.

Ito lang ang alam kong gyera

na parehong kampo ang masaya.

Wagi.

Maligalig pero maligaya.

June 19, 2009

Photo by: me J. Protacio

Model : My Wife

Holding Sunrise (for Reggie)

We wake up.
Empty hands.
Empty Pockets.
Never an empty heart.
Remnants of a squeaky bed post.

You slide gently,
as if the whole marketplace would hear.
A grunt could mean a groan these days.
I pretend not to hear you.
Pretending not to smell you.

Stepping out, I followed.
A burts of light leaves the room.
We left the moon and the stars where they stood last night.

And though the sunrise is not mine,
I give it to you.. just the same.




Jay Protacio M.
(1978- )