Elegy for F.A.
How seismic is the shift
of one life?
When he left us
the earth heaved a long breath.
In the garden
where his hands
used to dig
the seed still
waits in cold
slumber.
The sunflower house he had built
closes its doors.
we used
to hold hands
at one table
But on wrinkled maps
we have laid out
soft as skin
we could trace
the fault lines they were
already there
tear tracks
long since dried
to salt. We feel
the inches turn
to miles. Maybe
we were waiting to crack apart.
Christine Fojas is a Filipino-Canadian hailing from Las Piñas City and currently living in Metro Vancouver. She has a BA in Comparative Literature from University of the Philippines and works as a library technician at Douglas College. A list of her publications can be found at her website. She is also on Twitter as @chrisfojas. She is a regular contributor for Marias at Sampaguitas.
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