“1sts” (7. Nostalgia)
“Nostalgia” (Oil on Canvas, 30×38, By: Jeques B. Jamora, Nov, 2007)
Rare pearls of south sea
Strewn in far off shores
(Filipino Immigration, Haiku Series #5)
I was born and grew up in one of my homeland’s scattered islands, in the heart of the Philippine Archipelago. Our country is embraced by the sea; if God is the ocean, then He must have loved the Filipinos so much. We are constantly caressed by the sea waves come high tide or low tide, the ocean enfolds us. We are generously showered by God’s salty kisses.
The beach is one thing I miss about home ~ my walks in the sea shores, the brine touching my skin, the sand tickling the soles of my feet, the view of the open sea’s apparent horizon nourishing my dreams. I am now here “beyond that horizon,” which I just used to watch in my walks in the strands.
Sometimes, you will never really know and understand a thing until you stay away from it. I now undertand better what I love about my country, and what I miss about home. The sea is one of them.
My earliest memory of the sea are the mangroves. These dense thickest along the rivers and the tidal shores was my first view of the sea. We live in the inland, so before I saw the endless emerald green seas under the azure skies, my young eyes was already captured by this mystical greens that lined the coasts and the river banks. There is something in their verdancy that transport me back in time.
Mangroves are time machines of my nostalgia for simplier, uncomplicated life of childhood. It brings me back to the summer of my youth, of my first boat ride, of fishing, of hunting, of swimming in the pristine river brine. My happy thoughts and bitter-sweet longing for my first sunburn.
The Sea, You and Me
I’ve seen how everything are connected
That somehow we are one ~ interrelated.
As I tread the sands stretching to the sea,
And my size is engulfed by its infinity,
I watch in great wonder how God links things.
And How God connected you to me~
The seawaves gently kissing the seashores.
The shore that’s bed to the infinite sands.
The sand that reaches the roads, that lead me home.
The home inside my heart where you belong.
You are safe in my heart you are home now.
Today, as you open the doors, streets you will see.
Walk the streets, it will lead you to me.
The many winding roads take you somewhere,
To the beach, maybe.
The beach where the sands are gathered
Forming the fine strands kissed by the sea.
The sea that stretches reaching me here.
The enormous sea that links you to me.
Thinking of the sea, painting the mangroves, feeding my nostalgia. When shall the salty sea-breeze of home ever kiss me again?