home... almost

on the way home...
was stuck in a bus along EDSA.
fell asleep, almost soundly
(good thing I didn't snore
or drool)
two hours....
two precious hours lost on a trip
home that could have taken just thirty
minutes were it not for the stinking
traffic of Metro Manila.

on the way home....
just dropped out of the bus, finally
just five minutes ago. I crossed
the bridge, meant for my feet, slicing
the length of Commonwealth Avenue. The sun
was past the horizon, and the shadow
of the West has engulfed Commonwealth
and the whole of Quezon city... the whole
of the archipelago. As I walked
towards the place I call home, I noticed
something dripping, slowly trickling
down my heart... my quick drying blood
screaming to make contact
to a parchment of white to produce an immortal
collection of words, monumental, incidental,
evanescent, right before I
get home.