Waves. . , water current, seabreeze;
wind, trees. . . mangroves young and old;
crabs crawling; white sand, seagrasses, corals,
fishes big and small inside cages. . . and baskets
huts on stilts, concrete houses, school;
flag ceremony; in the morning,
noise of children, singing out of tune,
inside the rooms. . , teachers teaching aloud
child vendor chanting (sud-an! sud-an!);
shell gatherers, nets hanging on fences, or
fences made of fish nets. . . and concrete water tanks;
high tide, low tide. . . of people staring suspicious
wives weaving nets, lone pathway; . . . afar
roaring motorboats, moonlight drinking and procession;
birds singing, footsteps at midnight or dawn,
shouting young men . . . old livelihood panagat!
soft drinks in the store, biscuits, no cold drinks,
or ice please! only rainwater available,
hot sunny days; women building . . . madjong blocks;
and gossips everywhere is what life it is?!
crabs, fish, shells, sea orchins, kinilaw;
meals on table, breakfast, lunch and dinner; everytime,
proud Ellen, adobong nokos; eleven siblings;
a symbol of hope . . . and miserable survival
peace . , faces of innocence . . . when I came,
nothing has changed . . . when I left; behind a
staffhouse built beyond laughters and petty quarrels,
shared in a time longer than it will be forgotten . . . forever!
-iam
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