A Brief Meeting
King Llanza Two hermit crabs face each other,
swift away vulnerable,
trying on each other’s shells.
Their bodies contour any shape
as long as it spells protection.
As a huge wave foams the tide line,
both are nudged to move. Their legs
press lightly on sand, only to
wash away the subtly prints.
Midday sun, in disbelief of
a cold exchange. This is why
we never fill another’s absence
the same way. We are houses
in constant need of shelter.
Rene Boy Abiva 
Arthur David San Juan 
Adrian Pete Pregonir