Mayflies
live on borrowed time,
from dawn to dusk.
They do not eat.
They do not have
moving mouthparts.
They swarm for a while,
mate and then die.
Lord, are you telling us
something about life's
primal purpose?
Sponge
How can we live without
lungs heart and brain?
The sponge
manages nicely without.
No great love no big dream
no grand ambition.
Living on nothing
but a cloud of minute particles
that wander in and out
of its empty chambers
and endless corridors.
Bionote
I have won some awards for my poetry, including an Academy of American Poets Prize while studying at Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana. My first poetry collection, Trios, was published by the University of the Philippines Press and my second, Auguries, is forthcoming from the University of Sto. Tomas Publishing House.
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