In the Philippines, the Christmas season starts in October, a mixture of witches, goblins, and Santa Claus. In Catholic churches lay porcelainbaby Jesus' whiter than anyone in Nazareth, with blues eyes, wearing a ridiculously huge crown that Jesus never wore. Mary and Joseph weren't exactly the richest people in Nazareth and when 13 year old Mary bore a child that didn't come from 40 year old Joseph, they were not invited to "A" list parties. My wife and I want a baby but the chances of our having one thanks to the tubal ligation I got to make sure my wife at the the time ( a female Jeckyl and Hyde) couldn't bear another; but she did three years later claiming it was a miracle of God. Suspicious, I asked my doctor about this and he said it's possible but a one in a million chance. My daughter doesn't look anything like me, even though I refuse to accept someone else is the father. How can my wife and I have a baby? Do we go to church and pray for a miracle paying money to light candles, or pull one out of the caption lingering above our heads? Surrogate, adoption, the unexplained? Time will tell, and a mythology will center around it. Good material for a new section of the Wonderland Amusement Park . . . the Park where nothing is as it seems; my conscious and subconscious minds play together on a rusty teeter totter on the edge of the big dipper and ask you to join me in a room of mirrors open to interpretation. Come through the turnstile. Admission is free. Enter at your own risk.
how come you
you're watching movies
i 'm not
allowed to watch . . .
insecurity?
inside me,
a fool juggling
moons
tonight i
learn the truth
about a
spell cast on me
in the palengke*
*palengke: pa len kay
an open wet marketplace
calm water . . .
the stench of fresh
carrion
it hurts me
to admit why
i failed to
love another til
i wasn't complete
who will
orion hunt tonight?
autumn moon
i watch you
every morning in bed,
wondering
why you haven't left me . . .
northerly winds
we drank iced
margaritas tonight . . .
without stars
will noon walk
away from me into
a misty glen . . .
her kimono bought
at a discount?
late night . . .
she enjoys the
empty stalls
will she fall
into a dream she
can't escape . . .
clouds resting on
faraway mountains?
unemployed . . .
winter seen through a
brandy glass
tonight we
ate foto maki
and walked through
christmas candles
into the tiange*
*tiange(chung gay): series of small booths
the grace of
an egret flying . . .
through my head
and dawn,
cruel keeper of all that
feeds us . . .
has she forgotten me,
this muddied reflection?
bow to
shadow's creeping silence . . .
and swallowed
robert d. wilson
©2009
