Invite To A Quaint, Sleepy Town Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Invite To A Quaint, Sleepy Town



Let us pack a few things. Let
our feet take us to Besao
where the crow and a colony of ants
can forecast the weather better than
overpaid bright minds who warn
us to wear raincoats on a day that
will salute us and abscond with sunshine,
Where there are no newspapers
screaming violence, rape and murder

Experience the awe of drinking water
from the tap without the scourge of amoeba
swimming with vicious intent in your intestines
Marvel in watching people mingle with
one another as if no one is a stranger
Witness green sprouts come out of the wet
earth a few days after the first bead of rain
and be acquainted with the miracle of creation
Watch the white clouds dance against a clear,
blue sky by day, and a myriad stars
flicker in the vast outer space by night
Smell the air perfumed by pine trees
Walk a mile under the shade of thick trees
planted by Nature’s hand
Lose yourself in the night and find your soul
trying to figure out how fireflies could
shatter the darkness and why they do
not seem to adore life in the city
Watch a brook with lucid water, never
defiled by venom-carrying Styrofoam

Then let’s return to this concrete jungle
and rejoin the daily rat race
where the powerful survive and the weak
eased out like condemned office equipment
Where the next-door neighbor is a stranger
And Cain is a model while the Good
Samaritan is the world’s best-told fluke
Where we are forced to stare out into a
horizon darkened by soot from the children
of our brains and poison from our refuse

Then we remember a quaint, sleepy town
And know that things could be different.

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Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Baguio City, Philippines
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