Lying on an island of sand
that appeared
thirty minutes ago.
the season’s low tide
has given way to the day’s current.
Here
is my island
Lady Sun
sleepy
she slowly slides behind the mountains at the edge of the sea
rocks peek out and tufts of sea grass sway on exposed sand bed
nieces whisper secretly about their latest find
a seashell here, and a mysterious rock verdant
alive in the dancing water
glowing emerald in the late sun
sister bathed in the glow of afternoon
worship
the dying of the day.
Poet’s Bio:
Lily C. Fen holds an MA in English Language Studies from the University of the Philippines and is a travel writer and photographer for Philippine publications such as VIEW, Balikbayan, and Travel Now. Before moving to Europe, she was once announcer on Philippine FM radio station, Mellow 947. Lily lives between the cities of Prague and Zurich in Central Europe, where she works in advertising.
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