IN FLIGHT (Poem 12)

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago


I may get tired.
Not tired, but exhausted

Drink!
Drink!

From the Eternal Well
The one containing water
That strengthens the molded
Armaments, supreme Armaments
In my possessions:

Sharp Mind
To incise upon the world’s myriad
Secrets, and know increasingly
All enigmas;
Soft Heart
That which eschews pretensions
‘Tis welder of all fellowmen
Into benign bonds of Brotherhood.

And I shan’t get
Lost! Nor tired!

Nobody does
Whoever has drunk
From
Founts of Wisdom.


[Writ. 25 Aug. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]