Despite the moon, the mood
And stars on foreign skyline,
From having seen the Earth, this world, teeming
With life, with breath, and breath Almighty,
And spirit in things which are perceived,
Still, I feel a deep longing, a chasm,
The feeling of missing, the want
For reliving a lot of things,
Like the beaches on the South,
Sagada, Batanes, the tarsier,
The reefs, and the mangroves,
Our fellow Filipinos eating Adobo
And the so-soft fluffiness of rice,
In celebration of our heritage,
Our famed resiliency,
I am a tourist all my life,
I remind my self,
Until I found you,
For they are all yours, all finest things.
You are the islands of our country,
And all these call me
As though to take me to you,
As though you were calling out to me
For an embrace.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Revised.
