By Bienvenido Lumbera
On our small boat
You and I sail the lake.
Waves grow tall to kiss
The sky we see from afar.
I am the skipper now.
Though once, it was you who rowed
Us here when I
Would plead,
Please take me somewhere!
But I want nowhere now,
It is our journey that must
Keep on forever;
Even through this storm
Of raging waves that toss
Against our bark the wind's
Cold fury of white spray
But here where there are only
You and I in such smallness-
The storm becomes as one with us,
And even this is good.