A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Part I)
note: please read the prologue first.
The sun paints the skies with pastel traces.
My body clock rings the alarm as planned.
I can always reckon on my senses;
Even here in this idyllic island.
Slowly, I inure my eyes to the light.
The faint moon vanishes beyond the fronds.
I slept outdoor on a hammock last night.
To view this morning, Boracay’s white sands.
‘Tis strange my soul ever longs to be here.
This isle inspires rich poetry in me.
Like my Chasing The Light last summer,
Which I wrote on the road through my journey.
Yesterday, packed with the trip’s essentials,
I left home just before the break of day.
Cruised the course of highways like the seagulls
My astute eyes are set upon the sea.
I followed the trails of my memories
And seize the bliss of my present forays.
Boracay Island, Philippines. Summer, 2006
A 7-piece poetry series I wrote during my last summer vacation in Boracay Island, Philippines before I left the country in 2006.
And when I think of it, I guess it is true that people always arrive at the right moment at the right place where someone awaits them. From the book, The Pilgrimage, by Paulo Coelho.