Worn Paddle

The paddle resting

Beside the little old boat

Rocked by the sea waves

Hung helplessly on its side-

Nanay whispered love no more.

-Aaron Jalalon-

The Fisherman

When I remember that fisherman
Walking out of our house every morning
Before breakfast begins, I think.
Now, we seemed to distant, his heart
As usual, too far from my own.