albert b. casuga

Rookie (29 April 1943 / Philippines)

The Root

Poem by albert b. casuga

Waking up is excuse for one's return.
It is for these that leaving home
is an endless returning -
not for lost illusions
nor petty indecisions do we return
nor for hurts our second coming,
but for grass untrod,
footsteps' echoes unheard,
where they have since then become
hollow laughter caught
in domes of running cups
turned down to celebrate
our own absurd gestures of trying
to accept the virtue of dying
known to us only because
it is a manner of returning
to the root and quietness
our own undiscovered country's

Comments about The Root by albert b. casuga

  • Rosalinda Martinez (6/11/2009 12:23:00 AM)

    sir albert, this is so adorable. thanks(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, January 28, 2011