ejk
struck
from my hip
to a haphazard distance
zooming, zipping
hitting:
(his heart, but also)
his mother saying that morning
"ingat ka iho, ito baon"
further back: him, on his father's lap,
giggling, riding, two or three-year-old
now always fifteen
and from him, ricochet,
embedded itself in a tree
a remembrance of this day
where i
struck
and hit more than a heartbeat
but also
heartbeats