The Friday Poem: we miss, by Vaughan Rapatahana

A new poem by Vaughan Rapatahana.

we miss

we miss Pampanga.

the sultry ambience

of everydayness.

the husky tones

of street sellers

chanting ‘mais’,

the clackety tintinnabulation

of clapped-out scooters

feeling their way down the lane

outside our old home,

itself a victim

of errant floods

unchained from their kennels

of climate change.

we miss tin shui wai.

the musky thrall

of everydayness.

the ricocheting raves

of soigne mobiles

efflorescing from mass passers-by,

the tasty tangs

of multifarious food vendors

lining the mall walls

opposite our high-rise tenement,

itself a barbican

against mindless murk

unleashed from its lairs.

of belching culm.

we pine for whānau,

newborn and nonagenarian.

we yearn for the      dispossessed

                                                                            strands

of our lives.

                                        shipwrecked

by a virus

that is cancelling us

with

confinement.

kei te ngaro o mātou

nō te mea o te huaketo.

kei te mate o mātou i roto.

namamatay kami sa loob.

我們已死心

we are dying inside.

^{kei te ngaro o mātou – we are lost}

^{nō te mea o he huaketo – because of the virus}

^{kei te mate o mātou i roto – we are dying inside – Māori}

^{namamatay kami sa loob – we are dying inside – Tagalog}

^{我們已死心 – we are dying inside – Cantonese}

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