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Sagada

by Carlomar Arcangel Daoana

Every time the eye
enters this place,
the mountains
do not want
to be transformed.

In their green predictables—
pine trees growing
ears of mushroom,
the infinite conjugation
of ferns—nothing moves,
no stone falls
from this world
to the next.

Because here,
it is always present
and all the animals recognize
this stillness: birds circling
the air, creating the shape
of permanence,
the deer lighting up
the water it beholds.

Nothing dies here,
for dying means
passing merely
as the wind,
slashing through the rocks.

I wade through the river,
down the slope,
where the fog settles
its enduring whiteness,

wanting to be considered,
wanting to be received.

First published in Oyster Boy Review 17 Poetry Annual Fall 2003. Revised for Our Own Voice by Carlomar Arcangel Daoana.

© Carlomar Arcangel Daoana
     painting by Waway Linsahay Saway

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