#194 - Something that struck me.

[reileen]

Origami
by Marjorie M. Evasco

The word unfolds, gathers up wind
To speed the crane's flight
North of my sun to you.

I am shaping this poem
Out of paper, folding
Distances between our seasons.

This poem is a crane.
When its wings unfold,
The paper will be pure and empty.

-

Origami
(Cebuano version)

Mibukhad kining pulong, mitigom sa hangin
Pagpadali sa lupad sa talabon
Amihanan sa akong adlaw, ngadto kanimo.

Gilalang ko kining balak
Gikan sa papel, gipilo-pilo
Ang gilay-on sa atong panahon.

Kining balak usa ka talabon.
Inig bukhad sa iyan pako,
Ang papel motin-aw ug mahawan.

***

So far this year, I've read 53 books. Not too bad.

-Reileen
I don't mind telling you my life was ended by your hands