September 1998 Poems


I would like these all to be 'brave' poems.



 

                                   I am no longer afraid.

                                   If I keep repeating this
                                   often enough

                                   and I have
                                   and still do

                                   surely

                                   I will no longer be afraid.
 
 



 written 30 years ago, surprisingly timely now:
 

                                the world of 39 degrees C
                                that's the world of thought

                                for what else can a person
                                tied down in bed
                                limp with immobility
                                unable to eat or sleep
                                and worst of all
                                unable to read
                                do?

                                it is in situations like this
                                when mind shows
                                superiority over matter
                                that one realizes
                                how dull and boring
                                life would be
                                without a thinking brain.
 

         - - - - - - - - -
 

                                i live
                                in a world of

                                hot coffee
                                hot clamansi juice
                                hot soup
                                hot temper

                                there are lots of tablets
                                which give me
                                an every 4-hour existence

                                the rain
                                is always a consolation
                                it provides me
                                conducive atmosphere for thought
 

    the thermometer has been cooperative today, and here I am messing up things!
 


                                      my home
                                brings the world in

                                in bed i can see
                                if the moon is bright
                                or is a watermelon
                                or a crescent

                                one evening
                                i even attempted
                                to keep watch
                                for meteor showers

                                sometimes
                                i am awakened
                                by sharp lightning
                                rumbling thunder
                                lashing rain

                                i reach for the blanket
                                when the breeze comes in
                                on cool mornings

                                i wake up
                                to the natural alarm clock
                                of birds on my window sill

                                i am in touch
                                constantly
                                with the world
 



 

                                meantime . . .

                                i vow
                                to manage
                                small things only

                                dwell on a little past
                                like yesterday

                                live fully on a little present
                                like today

                                hope for a little future
                                like tomorrow
 



 

                                I have gotten
                                past the fear
                                Thank God!

                                I am fine now
                                and will be all right
                                during and after the surgery

                                I just needed a little time
                                and it was generously granted.

                                I am truly grateful.
 



 My sister asked me a question over the phone before they evacuated prior to typhoon Georges' hit of Florida. Fortunately they were spared.

                                   What is important?
 

                            Of course, life is important

                            Plus whatever it is that sustains life
                                        air
                                        food
                                        water

                            Plus whatever it is that protects life
                                        clothing
                                        shelter

                            Plus whatever it is that one lives for
                                        other lives
                                        creative activity
                                        useful work
 

                    You cannot fit what is important in the trunk of your car!
 
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