As I join Poetry Friday (hosted this week by Diane Mayr from Random Noodling), I’ll be sharing another poem from Gemino H. Abad’s Father and Daughter Collection. I’ve read this poem and knew how much truth it holds in terms of human experience. I love the nights. In the evenings I feel the solitude that the day does not grant me.
Day and Night, from Father and Daughter, 1996During the day I am divided and eaten. There are pieces of me which are snatched by common needs, devoured by strange hungers. I am dispersed, and myself I do not know. I become the world’s property, of those whose words hurt and those whose silence borrows speech from me. My own path may have other aims, but they wander into other people’s dreams, and sometimes, they cross frontiers where skies heave like mountains being born. Given everywhere and taking all, I am purely spent – both gifts and their bright wrappings set aside and forgotten. Then at night my dream gathers my pieces like minnows in a stream, and I am returned to myself where my words sleep and cannot shape thoughts to unravel me.