There is always a certain joy to homecoming
Home to Moalboal, womb of my youth
The air grows fresher, sweeter
Such beauty that even
Carsickness is welcome, embraced –
Steady, the bus climbs and my sight,
First the Cross and the distant bells tolling
Ah, pure noise, quiet streets
The green, the constant green
And the curious people.
Fisheries whirl past me
New houses, new stores,
New structures cropping up
How long has it been
I’ve almost forgotten.
But there our house stands
Dwarfed, yes, but fixed as Polaris
Sights and people familiar from uncaring days
Spent running amuck
On foot and on wheels.
Sunset at the unfinished bridge – Tulay
Catechism classes and the Flores de Mayo
Blowing colored feathers from angel wings
Climbing up the Talisay tree behind the Church
And being stoned and chased by Rosa la Loca
Oh, carefree days
Moalboal, your white sands and corals are the speeches of many
But I’ll remember you for your stillness
And the memories you offer.