Jun 19 1993
The Lake
For: www.mainit.orgBy: Jesus Roland GatpolintanJune 1993There is somethingIn the lakeThat beckons me backWhere it all started.The thrill that strokes my spineIn scaling the marshThe soft sighs I heaveAs a green garter snakeCrosses a narrow pathThe allure that secretIslands of hyacinths possessThe mild scent of banyan trunksThat graze my skinThe freshwater tangLeft on my sun-baked hairThe childlike joyIn scooping out innocent friesAlong the intrepid riverbank…The mystery of my ancient spirit
Piece by piece repaired.