El Nido

Seawater, melting on my skin

With every splash of lazy waves,

The sand, which will not keep my prints,

The sun, which stings my trusting eyes,

The sharp cliffs, begging to be climbed –

All this I gratefully embrace


The sea’s glittering stars; its tales

Of lives, forsaken and reclaimed,

The clouds, which glide above my head

Like dreams ‘cross the gray skies of life,

This lonely man with tired eyes

On his stern face I kiss, I praise


My empty hands, which none could hold,

My troubled heart, that beats too slow,

The dim half-smile of my thin lips,

My blistered legs, which can’t find home,

This day has filled with strength unknown,

With life beyond the reach of words