Monday, December 03, 2007 I wonder what Mother Nature will not change By Leticia Suarez-Orendain
THE last month of the year is here. No matter how many changes will take place in our life, the cycle of the months will remain unchanged.
Are there other aspects in Time and Nature that remain unchanged? I wonder as I once again write this column-feature through prose poetry. Humor me one more time.
I wonder what Mother Nature will not change A thought that strikes me As I comb the beach of Sibonga Looking for tenacious mudskippers Neither fish nor lizard They have one foot in the sea The other in the land An oddity. I wonder what Mother Nature Will not change She changes the color of her hair From pale green to vermilion To deep ochre to somber brown But then always in their place Tender new shoots spring At first like a praying hand That hides a brown shrike, Then opens wide Like the Book of Life To let the creature fly To freedom peck among The trees for grub and bug. I wonder what She will not change The ocean curls upon the shore In frothy drift they keep the pace But leave no mark Upon the shore’s face Except for wrinkles, Rocks that turn to sand Shards of shells and glass Polished into gems Yet nothing’s new When frothy curl dies Upon the bosom of the land Another one rolls into shore. I wonder what She will not change As I ramble among tall talahib grass That grow in wild abandon In an unnamed hill in Busay Their winged flowers, white Like the hair of a woman Past her prime. In tiny parachutes they explore Their universe for their Promised Land. Not heavy laden by laws Of zoning and registration They take root True children with faith unshaken. I wonder what She will not change Even as she changes her color and tune Everything is always new.
