Slow Resolution

By Victor Peñaranda

May this year be a river
Of unhurried coincidences,
Accidents without meaning
Like explorers riding the trade winds,
Someone who finds love finer
Than rain, a golden slice of morning
Without straining for refrain.

May some days flow preciously
Faithful to passion than principle,
Heart-driven, trusting quietly
The resolve of wild emerald doves,
Skin of snake as memory
To kindle my prism of knowing
Those wounded and blindfolded.

May I heal at burning edge
For being loose-learner and late-bloomer,
Failing to hear what is clear.
I’ve been a moon of romance by chance,
Slow-moving resolution
To dissolve in the spontaneous,
Sing with the unforgiven.

1 January 2013
Bay, Laguna