Karlo Sevilla

Wisp

Candle
flame flickers
and quickly you
turn from flesh to
silhouette and weave
through the curtains then
exit the open window and float
above the storm-swept garden where
the frogs that survived the devastation insist
to stay and croak aloud undying love to one another.

Karlo Sevilla writes from Quezon City, Philippines, and suffers from a lagging inertia of consciousness.