Issue No. 8, Spring 2014

At Sunrise
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.