HOme sick

12/20/2004

It’s raining today. The raindrops keep falling like its never going end.

Barefoot I stand upon this moist foreign soil
as the blades of grass waves through the wind
welcoming my two precious naked feet.

It reminds me of the time when I was small as I run through the pouring rain.
Wherever my feet takes me, you will see me there.

I fly around our small village free like a bird escaping from my cage that I call home,
until my yaya would eventually catch me running with her tsinelas in her hand
scolding me for getting wet because she doesn’t want me to be sick.

Oh how I long to relive those days, when I did not care about a damn thing.

As long as I can run, I want to run far away from home… until the rain stops, until
the sun goes down, until there are a gazillion stars that is shining bright in the midnight sky.

Leaving my home is such a sweet adventure for me.
I would like to experience so many things before I grow too old to do all of it, and before
I become boring.

I want to stay away from home as long as I can.
I will not return.

Well, that’s if my tummy would let me because
As far as I know, my tummy is my clock
and it is in-synch with the time the sinigang made by my yaya will be cooked.

So till then I will be sleeping peacefully in my bed
dreaming of going to other places,
while the world revolves around my home,

and once again,

I come back standing in this foreign land facing a grown man with dirty feet

just feeling the opposite,
where no matter wherever he goes,
whatever adventures he may encounter,

home will always have a special place in his heart,
that he comes back again and again even in sleep.