Thoughts in Loneliness
By Apolinario Villalobos
Alone with just the whisper of the wind that breaks the silence,
the moment of bliss keeps me afloat me on the ocean of happiness.
Mind void of frenzy, becomes filled with thoughts…overpowering
and just like in a forest, they all become jovial birds…singing, chirping.
Meandering thoughts bump each other in my once empty mind
And, though puzzling, got to contemplate on them one at a time:
On the world that seems to shatter…is there hope
for even at the last moment
whatever remains of its innards
be spared to weld its fragments
long-molested without diffidence?
On man’s greed, selfishness…will he still survive
despite never-ending quest for more
that stacks up hatred from disquieted
who hesitate to act for the sake of unity
but now feeling abused due to disparity?
On man’s blatant arrogance…to where does it lead
when his reason for being, he questions
thinking that a Force alone has made him
into what he is now, assuming all the while
that he’s wise, so to no one he’ll reconcile?
On the children’s gleeful prancing…will this go on
when the air they breathe, stained with death
fill their aching lungs, makes their head spin
and the river they wade in is grossly infected
but sadly, makes only a few sincerely worried?
On vast seas and forests…how long can they hold on
for the sake of the fishes and others on ocean floor
the birds that seek shelter in the lush, cool foliage
and many other creatures that call them their home
as dynamites and chainsaws spell their doom?
Alas! All I can do is shiver in anger and helplessness
With those thoughts in my abject state of loneliness!