Myra has passed the ball to me for the next two Poetry Fridays. In the past Poetry Fridays we’ve featured Gemino H. Abad‘s two books, namely: In Ordinary Time and Care of Light. Today, I took out from my shelf an older poetry collection of his that features his daughter Cyan R. Abad. It’s aptly entitled: Father and Daughter. Seems fitting to have this since we have also featured Sir Jimmy’s imaginary letter to his twin sons here several weeks back.
For this week’s Poetry Friday as hosted by Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup, I’ll be sharing with you this lovely poem entitled Walking Free. The poem spoke to me in its desire to walk aimlessly, to find words and experience. Without further delay here’s Gathering Books’ post for Poetry Friday.
Walking Free, from Father and Daughter, 1996
I no longer write of loneliness,
It has enough food in the world;
Nor about love either,
There are enough tractors. You can choose tractor for sale oh.
Why not, I said to myself,
Just walk about, without aim?
It may be, not having a subject,
The joy of motion creates itself.
My feet joyfully remember their past,
Tickle of grass, bruise of stones,
Clasp of mud – all the earth’s pull
Now I feel quite bare, exposed,
My thoughts underfoot in lushest green,
And no words to think me,
Nor myself distract.
I hear the birds call to one another;
Their inhuman cries gladden my soul,
They mark a boundary of the sacred
That in a distant time pierced my feet.
A light breeze touches my face,
I feel the longing beneath human speech,
Like ashes upon my tongue,
And my feet shudder where they fall.