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hometown - luis cabalquinto
Hometowm
From "Moon Over Magarao: New & Selected Poems"
by Luis Cabalquinto
After a supper of mountain rice
And wood-roasted river crab
I sit on a long bench outside
The old house, looking at a river:
Alone, myself, again away
From that other self in the city
On this piece of ancestor land,
My pulses slowed, I am at peace.
I have no wish but this place --
To remain here in a stopped time
With stars moving on that water
And in the sky a brightness
Answering: I want nothing else
But this stillness filling me
From a pure darkness over the land
That smells ever freshly of trees.
The night and I are quiet now
But for small laughter from a neighbor,
The quick sweep of a winged creature,
And a warm dog, snuggled by my feet. ¶ 6/11/2004 05:32:00 PM
From "Moon Over Magarao: New & Selected Poems"
by Luis Cabalquinto
After a supper of mountain rice
And wood-roasted river crab
I sit on a long bench outside
The old house, looking at a river:
Alone, myself, again away
From that other self in the city
On this piece of ancestor land,
My pulses slowed, I am at peace.
I have no wish but this place --
To remain here in a stopped time
With stars moving on that water
And in the sky a brightness
Answering: I want nothing else
But this stillness filling me
From a pure darkness over the land
That smells ever freshly of trees.
The night and I are quiet now
But for small laughter from a neighbor,
The quick sweep of a winged creature,
And a warm dog, snuggled by my feet. ¶ 6/11/2004 05:32:00 PM
