Poetry::: When Is a Poem Already a Poem

When Is a Poem Already a Poem
Simeon Dumdum Jr.

I wasn’t listening when you asked that question
I was looking out the window, at the boat
That was just then leaving the port of Dumaguete.
One more day and already I imagined
Myself on that boat, slumped in a chair,
Holding a book like a cup of coffee,
Hoping that during the passage across
The strait I could read without spilling
A word. But then I remembered I still
Had to send someone to buy me a ticket,
And there was your question, and how for the boat
And gone out in the poem of the sea, now
That I wished someone could see the mountains, but not us
Already we had become the Cuernos de Negros