Marmol, Tuburan, Cebu We lay down in the graveyard, hinged there. Emerald moss growing thickly in the chiseled letters. You’re explaining how trees actually breathe. Green in the names and trees went up to join gray in the sky. Then the gray-green sky came down in breaths to my lips and sipped me.
Salagdoong Beach Resort, Siquijor, Philippines One of the dearest reminders of home is the trees: their silence, their limbs hanging defiantly—unaffected by gravity—only to be betrayed by their leaves. I’m always drawn to their shy visibility—they make good backgrounds for photographs. They rarely take the role of the subject; but when they do, the heart aches with their silence. So wherever I travel, I don’t leave the place without the memories of its trees.