The hermit crab drags its shell through a patch of grass
drenched by a passing shower.
The drops of rainwater stick to its battered home,
slowing it down until it hardly moves.
But a hermit crab is not a bird that stops flying
when rainwater soaks its wings;
a hermit crab is a hermit crab.
He scratches the ground with his claws,
crawling with his shell looming behind him.
How tiresome must it be
to have your world’s weight upon you all your years,
to have everything bear down on your shoulders
like a hermit crab’s shell.
But how wonderful must it be
to never have to leave home again.
Jade Monteverde Baylon is a BA English (Creative Writing) graduate from UP Mindanao. If you know of a house for rent around downtown Davao, please email him.