Journal Entry #1 Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night we attended edu's wedding.
his dialogue is only gratitude.
thank you visitors, your presence is enough
even if you bring me no gifts.
the mother in-law has come from america with her second husband.
his papa, married to an old fil-am arrived ten days ago but resides
in the hotel

alone.

i am making a story.
it is true. i am making a reflection. am i a mirror?

edu is a man. no promises for ling-ling.
when it was my turn to speak, i said, life is full of surprises
and it is hardheaded, it simply follows the lines of your palms
as written.
no deviation. plain destiny. everything turns out to be good and
always in our favor.

the audience faces turn into bright moons.
so the venue becomes one feast of lights.
and there was dancing and drinking. the men become too lustful.
and the women to flirty.

the children swims at the pool nearby.

lanterns of light fly to the sky.
fireworks made the day the fourth of july.

i was drunk and i did not know what i was saying.

the following morning i phoned a fried.
edu's was a perfect wedding. everyone lost themselves.