ways of rebelling

 who needs to be at peace with the world? It helps to be between wars to

 die a few times each day to understand your father's sky, as you take it apart

 piece by piece and can't feel anything, can't feel the tree growing under

 your feet, the eyes poking night only to find another night to compare it to.

 Whoever heard of turning pain into hummingbirds or redbirds--

 haven't we grown? What does it mean to be older? Maybe a house with-

 out doors can still survive a storm. Maybe I can't find the proper way to

 rebel or dammit, I can't leave. I want to but you grow inside of me. And

 as I watch you, before I know it, I'm too full, too heavy with you to move.

 Maybe that's what they meant when they said you shouldn't love a country

too much.--Ways Of Rebelling by Nathalie Handal, photos: Nasugbu, Philippines