Pause
I have seen days when the wind weighs
so heavy on trees, they bend close
to breaking. A limb with the greenest leaves
or weakened by age would have to give in.
The trunk may have to learn a new angle
sunward. What is less apparent is the path
the wind must make. It has to unravel,
splitting itself into countless strands
to navigate between each leaf, each branch.
We take turns being one or the other.
-o-
this poem is for Margie
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Jim Pascual Agustin writes and translates poetry. Sometimes he tries his hand at essays and stories. In 2011 the University of Santo Tomas Publishing House in Manila released BAHA-BAHAGDANG KARUPUKAN (poems in Filipino) and ALIEN TO ANY SKIN (poems in English). The same publisher released his most recent poetry collections SOUND BEFORE WATER and KALMOT NG PUSA SA TAGILIRAN. In 2015 a new poetry collection in English, A THOUSAND EYES was released. His first collection of short stories in Filipino, SANGA SA BASANG LUPA, was released in 2016. UK publisher The Onslaught Press launches his latest poetry collection, WINGS OF SMOKE, worldwide in February 2017.
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Matangmanok 
February 22nd, 2014 at 13:30
Stunning, Jim! With so few words, you speak volumes.
February 22nd, 2014 at 14:16
Ryan, thanks! Glad you had time to read this.