Mother
her song pulls the rain down
a white curtain
with a ruffled hem
light scatters
and the harsh lines
of tall buildings melt
the cars are blinking
their Morse talk muting
as the rain gathers another breath-full
of wind-water-surge.
her answer to every question:
sweat, tears, or blood.
always a sacrifice
from her own flesh
now the water rises
and wets the hem of her skirt
she watches the flow, the ebb,
the weave of waves
space is never empty
water fills every hole
except that absence
that void
what is given
is taken away
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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