Billy T. Antonio
While waiting for the sun to rise
one early morning in August,
I sit where once stood a chapel
and with my shadow behind me
anticipate the sun, though it rained
last night and the night before
I watch, as the sun rises,
the small and lively birds
called “pitpitik” fleeting from
among the bamboos as they fill
with song the calm early morning
like a Chinese screen painting:
light, warm, easy. Basho
might have made a haiku out of it.
Billy T. Antonio lives in the Philippines.