A Traveler’s Soliloquy (Part III)
note: please read the prologue and parts I and II first.
Wary of waking the isle that still sleeps,
I dressed up softly for my morning walk.
I sneak out to the hazed dawn in mild steps,
And resume my mute traveler’s self talk.
I begin my strides keeping myself close
To the shore lines of the insomniac sea.
I savor the briny breeze through my nose;
With consent, the winds kiss me torridly.
I took off my sandals to feel the sand
That longs to touch the bare soles of my feet.
The cool rush of breakers reach where I stand,
I commune with nature, our spirits meet.
My voids are replenished by the sea.
In return, I shed my life’s load off me.
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.