Beach erosion and siltation
Sand dune down the sea into a shoal,
a mudflat as soft as quicksand;
brown after rain, grey in summer sun,
rolling with the tide like a ball.
Beer bottle rolling with the wave and tide.
It is like lullaby rolling back and forth;
who cares, not even its owner -
Big Brother seemingly blind and deaf,
living off on his small brother.
Beer can strewn on the beach
Among footprints in the sand a victim,
crushed in promenade and fun;
once loved and served with great esteem
awaits a kindhearted man.
The sea is still at its ebb
The sea is quiet in its ebb, but laughter
on its lapping and hissing shore;
drifting weeds and tools of human toil
remind me of human nature.
Garment washed on the beach
Whose garment this is, I may not know,
it reminds me of a holy man though;
stripped and condemned to die, and lo!
I find him here where the tide is low. ~
NOTE: Photos taken by the author with Sony Cybershot digital camera, at Morong, Bataan, April 25, 2014
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