Katingon


Poetry by | May 6, 2018

  • as the afternoon breeze

    gently brushes the reflection
    
of the early moon on
    
the surface of this puddle

  • as it distorts the image

    which is the face you make

    as you held your breath

    when you came

  • as we made love
    
in the yellows and oranges

    golds and silver linings

    painted the treads

  • as you slowly crawl

    out of bed with the sun
    
you finish this affair
    
almost eagerly by yourself

Be still, katingon.


Rory Ian Bualan is a physics teacher at Nazarbayev Intellectual School in Petropavlovsk, Kazakhstan. He is from Mati, Davao Oriental.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *