Letter

I am here
Scrutinizing, analyzing
The order of my words
As if their placement or displacement
Will create a potent combination
Of a spell that will tell
Of the tale and confession
Of my heart that will set me apart
From the rest of the spell casters

But my spells aren't spells
But an overflowing river, going over,
Escaping its banks
And I try to direct it, reflect it
The right way
To irrigate, facilitate
The growth of our crop

So though I wear the robes of a mystic,
It's only because I am mystified
So though these words seem conjured,
It's only because I've been captured
So though I seem like I am floating,
It's only because I've been lifted

By your beauty
Your words
Your touch
Your grace
Your soul
Your spirit

And I am a farmer
Early rising in the dawn
Building aqueducts and banks
For the river was meant to grow.


-Neil Abellanosa
Spring - Summer 2007