Kawasan Falls, Matutinao, Badian, Cebu, Philippines
It was a sleepless night. I was reading this poem in the wee hours of the morning at McDonald’s Mango while waiting for Mara, the PR consultant of Terra Manna Camping and Resort. I didn’t know that we would visit the river that kept on flowing in my memory. Rivers are ardent travelers and drifters. Rivers are lives not lived.
Of my childhood,
Down a passage of rocks
And cut-work ferns,
Came here and there
To the swirl
Of a pool
And I say myself-
As I knelt at one-
Then I saw myself
As if carried away,
As the river moved on.
Where have I gone?
I have looked and looked
Who I am, or where,
Or, more importantly, why.
I have had a wonderful life.
Still, I ponder
Where that other is-
Where I landed,
What I thought, what I did,
What small or even maybe meaningful deeds
I might have accomplished
Coming to them
As only a river can-
Touching every life it meets-
That endlessly kind, that enduring.
Friday Poetry translates a personal experience that reminds me of a line or an entire poem.
Really nice poem, and I love the photos. 🙂
Thanks, Mags. Oliver is a naturalist poet. Her poems are drawn from the places around her 🙂
very beautiful …
Thanks, Ellen! A poem every Friday 🙂
Wow! I love the wonderfully written poem and the lovely pictures. I hope the river and waterfalls stay pristine for the generations to come. 😉
I do hope, Malou. Cause tourism brings havoc to nature. But if we have responsible tourists and travelers like us, we don’t have to worry. 😀
Loved these! 🙂
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Speechless as I saw these pictures.:-) Great poem too.
It’s my favorite river here in Cebu, Philippines. It was actually crowded. The place is always full of Koreans and Westerners.