By Jonel Abellanosa
Time mistakes the glass for a tulip.
Seated facing the distant doorknob
I contemplate the toast that never
happened, dark varietal of absence
my only companion.
Separation is my hardest story.
Sheep of my sleep fade from the dark,
sky, in the window, with its blue fin.
I close my eyes. Golden light pierces
my skull. The buzz circumnavigates
my brain’s hemispheres. My weight
drops. Glowing white sweeps the deep
space, air bursting in my mind.
Opening my eyes, I will my body’s
gales to calm. I see clear as the rafter
the noose I tied earlier.
Jonel Abellanosa lives in Cebu City, the Philippines. He is a nature lover, an environmental advocate, and loves all animals, particularly dogs. His poetry collections include “Meditations” (Alien Buddha Press), “Songs from My Mind’s Tree” and “Multiverse” (Clare Songbirds Publishing House), “50 Acrostic Poems” (Cyberwit, India), “In the Donald’s Time” (Poetic Justice Books and Art), and his speculative poetry collection “Pan’s Saxophone” (Weasel Press). He loves to self-study the sciences.
