Dreamweaver, fluttering through the colors
Of a never-ending rainbow in this July haze,
Wings of water, seamless and endless as clouds,
You seek for the tropic sky’s healing embrace.
It is this free spirit, transparent and prism-pure,
Lead me to where my pens, bundled by molten
Rubber bands, lie static beneath an age-old
Magkono, the iron wood, unsharpened.
Water-borne fairy in Cinderella’s shoes
Torn between home and the royal party —
A living dream lived the way T’bolis sing
As Higaonons weave music with kubings,
Pulalas, congas and bamboo bird flutes
Dancing in black, yellow, red and blue suits.
Let your whirlwind journey take you back
To the cocoon from where you first took flight
And the rites of Ifugaos and spirits of the terraces,
Datu Wala and the nymphs of Agusan marshes
Wing you to where canoes and bigiws unite
As paddles gleam when bubbles greet the Light.
Once again, I let loose my pens!
written by Sir Coy P Ponte, August 2012 (permission granted by author to post in bangka journey’s blog)