Tapok



Tapok
(naiyulog manipud iti Dust a daniw ni Dorianne Laux)

Adda nakisarita kaniak idi rabii,
imbagana ti kinapudno. Sumagmamano laeng a sao,
ngem matandaanak pay.
Ammok bimmangonak koma,
ta ikur-itko, ngem naladawen,
napaksuyanak 'gamin iti kauubra
iti inaldaw a panangibunag kadagiti bato.
Ita, malagipko laeng ti ramanna —
saan a kas makan, nasam-it wenno natarumamis.
Mas kaarngina ti napino a pulbos, kasla tapok.
Saanak a magagaran wenno maamak,
ngem ketdi simple a pannakabatombalani ken panangisagana.
Dayta no maminsan —
Ti Dios ket umay iti tawam,
amin a nalawag a silaw ken nangisit a payyak,
ngem nabannoganka unay tapno ilukatam koma.


Dust
BY DORIANNE LAUX

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.


June 13, 2011
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