Philippine literature, Overseas Filipino Worker by Eva S.E. Aranas, M.D.
Overseas Filipino Worker
by Eva S.E. Aranas, M.D.
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Eva S.E. Aranas, M.D. Region 11, Davao City Born and raise in Davao, Eva S.E. Aranas started writing poetry and fiction at a young age. Overseas Filipino Worker was published in the Philippine Free Press on April 26, 1997. Eva S.E. Aranas, M.D. is a fellow at the Geriatic Center, St. Lukes Medical Center, Cathedral Heights, Quezon City. |
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Or a tap dance of a touch down,
I am regurgitated through the slit
Of the plane’s aluminum skin.
I have to smother the urge to bend
And kiss the ground on which
Tourists, in cluster ruminate,
Drop a condenscending line or two,
Perorate, timorous, half-amused
While the businessman, late from a
Meeting, panic like pedestrians
To an awning after a gentle rain.
I, with my backpack always turn
To look back, chilled by whisphered
Resonances of whittled whipcracks.
Behind me are traceries of
Things that define my identity
Or lack of it anyway: my diary,
My luminous plastic rosary, pamphlet
Of Nuestra Señora de la Paz y
Buenviaje, Letters executed in
Black ink. Yellowed photographs of
Mute toothy smiles left behind in a
Dog-earned home. They wind ruefully
Like camp trails. Or an ubiquitous tail.
But while the paths are flower strewn,
The suntanned leaves are jigsaw puzzle
Pieces of me, that the street cleaner
Scoops and sweeps into a heap, throws
Away from the cobblestoned, stonecold
City streets that keep no memory of me.
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