I met this petite lady
she was still on her second year
of a nursing course
when her aunt retired as domestic helper
in bakau
she had to take over
the employer paid for her passport and documentation
she works there for two years
vacuuming carpets
washing dishes
dusting off walls and windows
taking care of a baby
and sometimes cooks for visitors
she is round
and will do everything just to earn
her money
and please her parents
back home
she is 25, too young to be a family bread
winner
and an export labor
a heroine for another
locally written novel
she has her boyfriend back in mandaue waiting
but he could not meet her at the airport
her parents do not want her to marry
the jobless
Pinoy
"home for good", she says when she bids us
goodbye
deep inside me
i wish her independence
i know that happiness
is too elusive
but anyway i wish her that
too
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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