Mercy Tolentino Steenwyk

“In the midst of it, I sit
Time floats by, I drink
A gurgling brook
A gentle river
An ocean and its rhythm.
A waterfall and its prism.

And when the winds howl
The bells start to toll
I bow over and rise
Steadied by the hour
I catch every howl and every scowl.
Cast it into the gaping wrath
Of each, of each wild wave
Each clap of thunder
Each electrifying show of light
Each seagull and a dove.

And when the glorious light
And the silvery night
Resume their dance
Their illumination
And I, in the midst of it, I sit.
Time floats by, I drink
The bells that toll
Carry me afloat.”