HERE IS WHERE THERE IS
(For the Wee Ones)
1. Little Shadows at Sundown
There is where here is: we will find there here.Do you hear the murmur of the seawaves
laving this shore? It is the whispered caress
of a mother come upon her little ones’ romp
among the lengthened sundown shadows.
Where the flushed horizon meets the sea,
a father’s face gleams ruddy with laughter’s heat
still on his crinkled brow. Here is where there is.
2. His Joie d’vivre
O, that this cacophony of soundsBecomes the noise of a lifetime
This old heart (from a distance)
Could hearken to, leap up to,
Velvety notes of a joie de vivre
That this place was built for,
Made of, remembered by:
Is this not, after all, the paradise
He thought was lost in time past
Visited now upon his dotage
When he hankers for joy,
A little life left while there is time?
3. Ebbtide Laughter
The little shadows taunt the seaTo grab their limbs. Gleeful,
When touched at last, they yelp
Their now surprised screams
Drowned by whimper of ebbtide,
waves that have turned to laughter.
---ALBERT B. CASUGA