Rainy Day Contemplation
Sometimes I miss home…
Surrounded by family,
The poolside barbeques in our suburban backyard,
Symbolizing the American dream,
Hotdogs, burgers, and ketchup replaced by,
Calamansi, porkbelly, tuna collar, and tri-tip.
Sometimes I miss home…
Brownstones and bodegas replaced a suburban upbringing,
Late night after dinners at Wo Hop,
Cheap rice plates and Jamaican beef patties,
Prospecting yoga spots in Brooklyn,
Stoop sitting and shooting the breeze.
Sometimes I miss home…
The waves crashing ashore on a secluded beach,
Jeepneys honking and tricycles weaving down EDSA,
Sisig sizzling on a cast iron platter, Sweet rice cakes steaming on a clay oven,
Roosters crow to greet the morning sun.
The blue desert sky weeping across the landscape,
Crazy cars weaving down the main drag,
The shrill of carnays marking a wedding procession,
Plov stewing in a large kazan,
Yes , I know I will miss this place…one day.
