IT’S VACATION TIME:

 

IN THE DORM: 

Lights are turned off; darkness envelopes it.

No more beddings, only beds.

No traces of trash in the cabinets; but the whole abode is a heap of garbage.

Hangers are dangling, moved by the wind who comes with a  desert-like moans

Void of T-shirts, pants, linens and  underwears.

All shoes are all in their masters’ feet; out there; only shoe racks.

Wet dirty clothes are no more; clothesline are jobless.

Windows are rendered useless; no one to look through it and dust it clean.

Cabinets are like open graves; waiting to be filled in.

No mixtures of smell, foul or sweet; no one produces them.

The closets are empty, and yet filled in with dirt.

It is dry, but not being wiped.

It is noisy; it comes from birds tunes and their flapping of wings.

The clock ticks loudly and is deafening.

Statues of Don Bosco and Savio smile to no one but me.

Before, there’s a willed silence; now, spontaneously created by no one.

 

I AM THE ONLY CONSCIOUS CREATURE OF MIND BODY AND SPIRIT WHO HAPPENED TO BE THERE IN ONE DREADFUL, LONG AND TEARY NIGHT.

 

AND I AM AFRAID, THIS WOULD GO ON FOR WEEKS, UNTIL…

 

… THE DAYS OF SUMMER TICK AWAY.

 

 

Note: I was able to scribble these words because of my intense feeling of loneliness. I missed the aspirants who were around me during class days. Now that it is vacation time, these longing of being with them and also the feeling of being alone in that big and spacious dormitory really squeezed my spirit down. Before, I slept soundly because the boys are silent inside. Now, I cannot sleep even if the place is void of noise. It’s because the silence is dead.

 

Anthony Wilbert S. Dianon, SDB

 

(this self – expression is dedicated to my former advisory class in DBMS graduation batch 2000 – 2001)