Recoil

By Ena Chelsea Yanga

 

To grow upwards, still,
for branches to protrude from the pockets of your skull,
you have to aim for the universe
andsettle for a garden.

What undoes you
what does not serve you anymore,
should be pinned, fatally,
on a board
and examined,
layer-by-layer.

To not let self-doubt,
like a huge python winding round and round
pick from your fruits, and take the supplest one.

 

Ena Chelsea Yanga from Philippines writes poetry