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Foreboding

"In the Lagoon" - Cavite, 2012
“In the Lagoon” – Cavite, 2012

all is

silent

save for

the faint

humming

chirping

of cicadas

in the

distance.

 

lazy summer

sunday afternoon

but an

odd

sense of

foreboding

as if

disaster –

like a

slithering serpent –

makes its

way

through the

undergrowth:

quietly portentous,

rearing up

to strike,

unsuspected.

 

little earthquakes

shifting

beneath us,

change whistling

faintly

on the

breeze.

 

what dangers

what omens

what signs

are these

in summer’s

heat

in its

glare

that dare

to shake

our composure;

or are

we just

starting

at shadows

scaring ourselves

over

nothing?