Poems and Visuals by Mattie Balagat
Repetition
I want to want little.
To dream like a seed,
tucked into earth, perchance
a seasonal sunshine. Greet
the Serendipitous
earthworm and the curiosity
of rainwater. I wish to reside
in the permanence of touch.
I have two hands to love
what I have known.
Oh wind which sends the
spore home, which caresses
the tops of trees! Teach
me this gentle song!
No language sings full
No language sings full
Without the heave of presence,
Being now-with. Translate
This lightness where we’ve
Settled, to each a name.
The Polyphony 