Mercy Tolentino Steenwyk

“The night is my river
Where I throw down
A stone of great weight
I listen to the cry
A momentary splash
A cut in the flow
A disturbance echoing
A delicate design
A delicate sigh.

The night is my river
It leaves with the splash
Hear the crystal crack
Let the ripples flow
When each has played its song
It creates a stillness
A glassy calm
Of the ways things come.
It whispers
To let the stone sink and quiver
For this weight
This deathly mate
Has no chance to grow
I have rounded the bend in tow.”