Turbulence

Turbulence

The water was high

and muddy and agitated

today. Roosters crowed

in the late afternoon,

across the river.

The wind was constant

against my ears.

A few small children

were playing in the

grass, some without

masks. I hurried past

them as they squealed

and hurtled to

and fro.

It can’t be helped,

I suppose.

I hear an ambulance

siren in the distance.

August 2, 2021

Photo mine. Summer in the Philippines is around March to May. It is currently typhoon season.

Day 1, Poem no. 3 for The Writing Oasis (Summer 2021) with Beth Kempton.