Enlightenment While Cutting Calamansi

on the Kitchen Table

I cut my finger today while slicing calamansi

for freshly squeezed breakfast juice.

Another piece of flesh I'ved sacrificed

due to a withdrawn state of mind...

Immediate pain ensues

coursing through capillaries beneath my nicked skin.

The incessant flow of viscous blood

marred the sterile whiteness of kitchen tiles.

A reminder, perhaps, of every loss I encounter,

Of the fragility of every fabric that constitutes life.

That everything is transient - objects, occurrences, friends

Sense and non-sense,

pain deeply felt and laughter to console ourselves
All are contained within.

Acceptance.