In the interstices of each word
And here between the lines,
In the creases where sages paint
(Where we lie in wait),

This is our world-
Stained with punctuation,
In the split-second decision between
Pausing or continuing.

We saunter and are surrounded
By flowery words.
Us: in the synapse of each thought,
With sense or wont.

We shall witness victory or failure-
The syncopation of listening and speaking-
In silence, like the spaces between:
Wordless.

 

This is a translation of the Filipino Poem “Puwang”

For Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 25

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