My mother and father were east and west winds
who met when the churches donned parols and the brown boys and girls were carolling outside the luneta.
as soon as they collided,
they knew they could never be just wind again
So they held their breaths in embrace
until the pressure built a light in the both of them.
This is how you build a sun in a Third world country.
wind cannot make anything grow,
it only breaks and disciplines skin.
mama and papa forgot how to dance together and a hurricane broke loose.
So they tied an asteroid belt around their shoulders
in an infinity sign
and promised not to let the gravity drown them.
Papa is diaphragm and laughing eyes
and song and rhythm
he is soul and garlic oil and The best adobo this side of the manila bay
he is comedic timing and organ keys
a reminder to laugh every morning and sing in your sleep.
Mama is bare hands and secret smile
she is disco and guitar strings
she is calculated life giver
she is beauty queen and sinigang on cold days
she is what formidable was named after
and taught her daughters how to stone face
and reminded us to save the soft for a wind who will make a sun with us.
are the universal symbol for sacrifice
they are the winds that keep their children at bay
and the light that grows them
they are the reason why the flowers bloom.