Worship

Last Sunday, I saw God

looking down on us.

Elsewhere

I was never here to live

my life. Always somewhere else

in time. Today, on a bus,

daydreaming caused me

to miss my stop.

Where I should be.

Nothing More, Nothing Less

When the first storm arrives, you know that it is the end

of summer.

Nature is at its finest, the moment after landfall:

Longing ends –

the first drops

of rain start seeping down the cracks of arid soil.

The waves sway with playfulness to the fishermen at sea.

With one touch, the freshness of the wind

soothes away all stress the sun has showered us with.

Before every tragedy, we are reminded

that things can be perfect.

At my dad's place

to raise questions means to raise the finger.

No room for queries

in this house of quorum. The truth

is, there is nothing more to know

about. No need to ask whether dinner

would be served or not. Because

unlike the place where his dad brought him

up: here, you could see the future

when you close your eyes.

What Kristian Meant to Say

Your neck, if it's a poem,
I would lick it. I have this belief
that if I die, you would
love me, not my words.
I have nothing more to say,
but your neck is beautiful.
I want to lick your neck.
I want the syllables
to never leave my tongue.

(for Roxane of the play Cyrano)

Second Star to the Right

Recalling childhood

I see faces I haven't seen in years.

None of them mine.

None of them know me.

But their lives, I was more familiar with

than my own.

One had a horse with wings.

One had a pet that can talk.

I asked myself,

if I stop changing my clothes

like they do, will things stay

the same?

Dear Lotto Winner

Winners have no name.

When you donate to Charity,

make sure she has enough

for school. You should

know Charity is not her real name.