For Larry because you remember all
We all are migrants on earth,
This life too if you remember.
Naked we were born and naked
We will all go to the grave
Here or elsewhere as we go on and on
With the crooked lies and avenues
The days and hours offer to us
Even in our sleep. We have come this far,
You have come this far
And there is no turning back the tales
We leave behind as we all
Splurge in sorrow, despair too,
Loneliness sputtering, stopping
Us on our tracks as we keep the song
In our generous hearts, one of love,
Solitude as we nurse each pain
That keeps us alive, the senses searing
Our souls, making us marked by time.
Welcome, migrant, lots of good luck.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili
Los Angeles, CA
*Recipient of the 2004 Editor's Choice Award, ILP