LATE BLOOMS:  Disoriented

I see the sun
hovering
on the horizon
and the sky going
crimson.

Is it a new morn bright
breaking?
Or another dark night
falling?

Which way
is east?
Which way
is west?
Where are we
heading?

Pray,
dear captain,
tell me.
Because our compass
seems broken.

(Eric S.B. Libre is a Mindanawon freelance development consultant who has done some work in a number of conflict-affected areas of Mindanao and occasionally dabbles in creative writing. He lives in Digos City, and is proud to be a senior citizen.)

 

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