Mercy Tolentino Steenwyk

“It was a bright day, a sparrow
Blood oranges turning yellow.
A disappearing plane scouring time
Lighting mirrors in the quiet of mine.

Chambers of my mind
Chambers of my heart
Keeping handfuls of time
Immobile and mimed.

I hear the light bend the leaves
I see the distant bird cut across time
And feel the pattern of shadows in flight
Of leaves swaying to the beat of bright.

Chambers of my heart
Chambers of my mind
Beating in unison the rhythm
Of time
Of light
Of birds
Of blood oranges
Planes and leaves
Melodies and memories
Keep me still
And my spirit full.

I watch the music of mine
Cut across time.”