RoofDeck Meditations

It rained heavily last night

Flood water filled the spaces in the cracks
Davao's roads, concrete and rough
Parched from days of scorching dry heat
Gulped unapologetically in relief.

Seated, I crossed my legs
Laid my back inch by inch
Onto the woven surface of rattan
Subtly screeching, and adjusting
To the weight
Of
A
Person.

A person waking up from shallow sleep
Tries to compensate for depth
In the liminal spaces
Of cracked pavements and mud streets
Of moist fibers of wood sheaths
And in the brief hours
Of dawn.