Something about being away, being alone
Opens up our sealed-up spaces and silences.
We see strangers where we used to recognize friends.
We breathe more deeply and find more undiscovered empty places.
Lest we run and lose ourselves anew in the clutter of things
Hiding behind those old reliable masks,
Let’s stay—just this once, for a change—still
Enduring the gravity of sins and selves.
Davao (05 October 2010, 09:35 am)