By Albert Casuga

Am here where nothing is everything,

where the stillpoint of our exploration

is exploring beginnings turned

into navel gazing. Where am I?

Am here where mornings crack

into a shiver of twilights breaking

into days and nights, songs and echoes --

whimpers of regret and frenzied halloing

achieved after couplings of living and dying,

of starting and ending, of suns and shadows.

Am in a circle at last

where the hole defines life’s next of kin.

I have come.

Am here where I am going.

Is anybody home?

Albert Casuga joined the Varsitarian in the 60s as a reporter and subsequently served as assistant news editor and assistant literary editor. At UST, he was the first editor of the JAS (Journal of Arts and Sciences) of the UST College Arts and Letters, and the editor of the Graduate School Journal. The poems above are from his upcoming book, A Theory of Echoes and Other Poems (Selected Poems), to be published by the UST Publishing House.