Alternate girl follows
the curve
of
the Pasig River;
follows its
wind,
follows
its stink.
Murky waters old
as
time. (no
matter how you
dredge
the memory
of stink remains.)
She
sees lights
on the river,
Lights along the
river bank,
Knows
whose homes are
lighted by
candles
and whose homes
are connected
with
illegal wires to
cables running
from
one street to
the other.
Age-old
practice
you don’t
forget no matter
the number of
miles/airmiles
you collect from
years of flying
to and
fro
between
this place
and that continent.
She follows the
river and
lights,
listens
to sounds
carried on wind.
It
is never
silent in this
place.
There is
always someone crying.
There is always
someone cursing,
always
someone
praying for
help that doesn’t
arrive-
at least
never on time.
Until tonight.
***
Float
on with
your ears open.
You will hear
a baby
crying.
Its wails piercing
the restless
night.
Its forlorn cry
hushing fighting
couples,
Stealing the breath
from cursing
boys
Turning the thief
from his
stealing.
She follows the
cry. Floats
on
until she sees
a poor
excuse
for a house.
***
Inside
a mother
holds a baby.
She
must have
been a beauty
before she said
Yes and
embraced
this life so
much the
same
as the lives
her parents
lived.
What else is
there to
dream
of
when you
don’t see anything
but
this and
when you don’t
hear anyone say
you are
better
you can be
better than
this?
***
Alternate Girl watches
through the
window.
Sees the mother
wipe tears
away.
Her heart breaks.
she could
have
been
that mother.
She could have
been
that long
ago beauty queen
crying
tears over
a feverish child.
***
Third act…Alternate girl’s home
built of
brick
the front garden
her calling
card.
Every other Monday
she attacks
weeds
gardening
in style:
flowered rubber boots
the latest shovel
anti-insect spray
anti-snail
anti-aphid
anti-mildew, anti-rot
anti-every possible pest
you can think
of under
the
sun.
Of which,
There isn’t much
all year round.
Unlike back
home
where the sun
always shines
or
so
the travel
brochures proudly declare.
She
lavishes care
on her perennials
brushes
their leaves
to high shine
Wraps bubble wrap
around them
when
temperatures
sink below
zero. Waters them
during
summer months
that are slowly
turning
tropical. It’s
almost like home.
Almost
but not
quite the same.
Enjoy
the summer
while you can
when
winter comes
you can dream
all you want
but the
sun
never shines bright
and warm
like
it does right
here and
now.
***
Question:
What do
You miss most?
Who do you
Miss most?
If
You
Had one
Wish what would
You wish for?
Alternate girl
Stares
At
The screen
Another silly questionnaire
Always
The same
Spam, spam mail
Except
This one
Comes from friends
They think it’s
A sign
Of
Friendship
To pass
On the junk
That makes them
Laugh. Because
Laughter
Is
A precious
Commodity. Not to
Be wasted on the ungrateful.
She answers the
Questions anyway.
Silly
Or not, she
loves her
Friends.
***
Evenings
Hubby returns
From the office
Long hours spent
Behind a
Desk
Somewhere in a
Giant warehouse
Lost
Among a hundred
Other employees
All
Wearing
The same
Color of shirt
All
Working towards
Same nameless goal.
How many numbers
Have you
Added
Up today? How
Many numbers?
How
Many?
That’s how
Alternate girl imagines
It.
She doesn’t
Envy her husband.
His job provides
Food, shelter,
Clothing
Luxuries,
Garden supplies
Cleaning supplies, everything
The excess baggage
Of life
And
So on and
So forth
And
So on and
So forth
Until
Until…
***
Return to Pasig
To a
Hut
On the banks
Of the
River
Return to the
Place where
You
Hover
Over the
Poor mother’s shoulder
Return to where
Her tears
Spill
Over her baby
Poor, emaciated
Ragged
Fighting for breath
Fighting for
Life.
Hope
Fighting for
Life in this
Hovel of broken
Dreams. Home
To
Mother and son
Fighting for
Life
Because
As long
As you live
You have hope.
Alternate girl
Sees
Hope’s
Gentle spark
Lighting the corners
Of this tiny
Excuse called
Home.
She
Sees the
Mother’s hands are
Calloused
And worn
From washing clothes.
This
Is where
Dreams of glory
Give way to
The fight
For
Life,
The mundane
Struggle to survive,
The fight for
A better
Future.
A tomorrow for:
This baby
Gasping
For the next
Breath and
Crying
An angry wail
Angry and
Wild.
Life
Pouring out
Of its pores
Alternate girl thinks:
It will
Break
The baby will
Break into
Pieces
It will split
Apart and
Burst
Into a million
unquiet atoms
Populating
Space
With the
Echo of its
Cry, its cough
Its unrelenting
Fight
Its
Unyielding hold
Because as long
As you fight
As long
As
You live there
Is always
Hope.
***
Alternate girl wakes.
It is
Midnight.
The walls of
Her room
Are
Dark
Around her
Everything is dark.
In the silence
Her husband
Snores,
Turns
Over, falls
Silent, snores again.
Rising and falling
In the
Quiet,
She is weeping
Into her
Pillow,
Remembering
Another mother
Holding another child,
Pleading for life,
Pleading for
Help
That never comes,
Until too
Late.
(It's still quite rough, but there you are. This is the end of the first chapter in the life of Alternate Girl. Chapter two: Alternate Girl meets Adventure Boy...coming soon).