We are wading into the sea again, only me
and my father, his eyes
fixed to the water,
always belonged somewhere else,
and deep and secret
like the long-ago mornings of looking at him looking
at himself moving
in a memory, in a feigned future
caught in his coffee cup, in the tinkle,
in the stir.
He sinks again. I wade slowly, into the sea-stir
the teaspoon tinkle tricking
me into the forming whirl-
pool of the Alpine milk he used to buy for me from the Doughboy bakeshop at San Pedro Street
on my carsick Sundays
the late-to-church stomachaches.
I drink the memory in
and find the milk warm
the milk has always been warm enough,
and I’ve been forgetting.
This poem is part of the poetry collection, “Wild Fire” published by the Road Map Series in 2019. Melona was a fellow for poetry in the 2012 Davao Writers Workshop. She’s currently a lecturer in the Creative Writing Program of the University of the Philippines Mindanao.