Tagaytay Note After The Rain Poem by RIC BASTASA

the pines glisten with
what remains of the rain
this morning

someone stands by
his window
thinking about what
he stands for

there will be no change
rain or shine
one sticks for love
despite the weariness
it gives

some black birds come
again
on that same spot
you learn what is a moment
the shortness of arrivals
and the sureness of departures

most of all
the uncertainty of what's next
when the sun shines
when the rain begins to pour
when the road opens up
for you
too, to leave, with no definite
day for your
return

now goodbyes are painless
like taxi rides
moments are just
breakfasts and lunch