“Imagine, nanggaling na sa ibang bansa itong mga waves na to.” -Bord, Saud Beach Pagudpud
Gabu by Carlos Angeles
The battering restlessness of the sea
Insists a tidal fury upon the beach
At Gabu and its pure consistency
Havoc the wasteland far – hard within its reach
Brutal the daylong bashing of its heart
Against the seascape where, for miles around
Farther than the sight itself, the rockness part
And drop into the element wound.
The waste of the centuries is grey and dead
And neutral where the seas has beached its brine
Where the split salt of its heart lies spread
Among the dark habiliments of time.
The vital splendor misses. For here, here
At Gabu where the ageless tide recurs,
All things are most loved and dear.
It is the seas pursues a habit of shores.