This entry is part 87 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011

Kung mayroon mang santo, patron,
o diyosa ng bawa’t kalbaryo,

O mga Panginoon, patnubayan ninyo
kaming mga namamalagi sa pisngi

ng lupa: kapirasong guhit ng buwan,
kay layong anino ng haplos.

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What saints, patrons
and goddesses might there be for each calvary?

O watch over
us who merely live on the cheek

of this earth: that sliver-stroke of moon,
its distant illusion of a caress.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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  1. Well, I’m bowled over and knocked sprawling again. If you read Luisa you just have to get used to that, I guess :-)

    So beautiful and precise.


      1. Really? “The cheek of the earth” just walloped me — the sense of littleness, insecurity, of a vanishing glimpse — of living on something as insubstantial and vanishing as a brushed kiss.


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