A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Part II)
note: please read the prologue and part I first.
I hear the sea nymphs’ songs from the distance.
Sirens chanting hypnotic promises
Of emerald waters, white beach romance,
Azure skies, sea breeze and glowing faces.
The day is still young on my arrival;
I got my welcome first kiss from the sun.
Everything here seem more than the usual.
Got to get started and get my sun tan.
Thrilled to debark, I took my place in line.
Marked with anticipation, my face glints
As I step onto the strand ~ cleanse by brine ~
Inscribed with tourists’ infinite foot prints.
I’m a ripple in the sea of strangers
In this lark-filled mecca for voyagers.
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.