We learn the lessons right smack
into this free lunch. We think
we know some truths
we never imagined they are.
As if to survive in a new land
is a song's seething line, we trust
and love, give kindness each time,
charity, faith too, minus the cymbals,
clanging with the emptiness we divine,
the good graces we miss for missing
the grey clouds, codes for our
expectations long overdue, many times
long done. Long distances they are,
these hoping and believing
and struggling. There are oracles
in the sun and season
in the wind and rain and cold moon.
In the meantime, we keep hanging on,
just keep hanging on, hanging on.
Aurelio S. Agcaoili