A MOUNTAIN PRAYER
You glimpse her in the window as the bus/rolls by— lit end of her cigar/poised in her mouth, eyes scanning/the day for what warmth it will bring .--- From “Harbinger” by Luisa A. Igloria, Via Negativa, 09-16-11
They will come home today, I know that.
It is the coldest morning this month.
It is the coldest morning this month.
That’s when they come and feast on my
rice cakes, that’s when they come.
rice cakes, that’s when they come.
They will build a little manger in the grove,
out of banana stalks and dried leaves.
out of banana stalks and dried leaves.
Look at that, I burned my lips with the lit end
of my cigar. Could be an omen. Who is ill?
of my cigar. Could be an omen. Who is ill?
Great Kannoyan, god of my fathers, protect
my little ones, I need them to come home.
my little ones, I need them to come home.
On this cold morning, I hope I could share
brewed rice coffee with them before I go.
brewed rice coffee with them before I go.
— Albert B. Casuga
09-16-11
09-16-11
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