POEM

 

 

…without knowing why

by the sound of the gondolas
knocking against their mooring poles
in Piazza San Marco

the old houses with names
in cold misty London

lit balconies in the evenings
in the stately neighborhoods
of Madrid

the waltzes of Chopin
La Campanella by Liszt

Il campo dei miracoli
of Pisa

Mi retiro
by Rizal

the Philippine fields

the faces of my children

Paco Cemetery
in Old Manila

Gedächtniskirche in Berlin.

..and how many lives might I have lived
how many loves lost
how many deaths suffered

because beauty moves me
whether arrived as a gift, or a loss
because I live on nostalgia
and vague hopes
…because I live.

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