The Thought-Act

September 7, 2008 at 1:22 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


I was thinking of a forest

of dry brown leaves

rustling in the wind,

when it occurred to me

how the sun had decided

that it could have a different

radiance in my head. I kept

it with me, illusion or no,

I did not bother to check.

Things always had a way

of being convincing with me.

I drifted with the howling winds,

knowing them to be kin;

hoping they would carry me along;

Someday, I dreamt, someday

I would be able to extend

my hand and crush a leaf.


– Dominic Alapat


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