dreams

dreams
shall unravel
burdensome braids,
knots will, at
last,untangle
under sudden rain
and thoughts will
drift into other
thoughts… like
typhoons… so
will you or
i stand against
this tumultuous
forecast
pushing for
our inevitable
confession— about
last night, shall
we again remain
silent about it?
or do you dare
stand knee-deep
in our flood

mosquitoes will rise

brilliant mangoes under the sun seek
my tongue… sweetness patiently wait
to seep through the flesh and drop into
empty pockets to displace the bitter
memories of floods, unaccustomed
typhoons tearing rooftops, shaking
down every bit of foundation; and the
unfortunate, speaking from their drowned
spaces, struggle for one last to survive
against the fervently undulated waters…
i still remember… more than sweetness,
only bitterness linger even after deepest
rain have subsided and the city wait to
recover from the dampness, the humidity,
as though any minute, the mosquitoes will rise

as luck would have it

as luck would have it, rain fell
hard on us… no raincoats, no
umbrellas, neither roof nor canopy
to take shelter from: we endured sharp
needle-drops of water upon our heads;
the strength of typhoons against our
crowns… we reigned knee-deep in water,
waded along deepest aisles laid with
floods and floaters, injured trees
with branches sprawled, drowned from
the levee as roses, uprooted from their
beds, sail past us calm in this storm.
while i, frantic, held tightly onto
your arms, trepid now that this wet and
worrisome coronation shall swallow us
before love can baptize us in its waters

-mr gahon 9/11/15