Me...

( English translation of Ric S Bastasa's poem
"Ang akong kaugalingon")



like a wind-blown
feather past the
clouds, I settled
on a high cliff.

A beautiful expanse,
in its entirety
is unsealed.
Brimful with joy

However,
my transparent soul
begs the wind...

Unto my abode
where I belong,
to caress the grass

be stung by jagged pebbles;
to feel the roughness
of dried-up clay

to touch,
the fragments of my past.
And pick up the pieces

before everything ceases...