Monday, June 13, 2011
'Tis No Child's Play at the Gods' Playground
a drop of water for my parched lips
and the world spun around.
I heard buzzing in my ears
and in my heart
a painful drumming,
and sleep became the most
tempting thing in the world.
but no, I can't.
the awfulness went away-- gradually.
And I willed my stubborn legs
they followed, albeit reluctantly
and a few meters (centimeters?)
I was gasping again...
earth is definetely not my element.
Rest! What a beautiful word
by then. And I flopped into the grass
'Can I stay here and wait for you na lang?'
I whined. 'I can't go on anymore.'
The cold is a blunt knife
stabbing at me everywhere.
My breath is a playful child
playing with aged me--
I cannot catch up.
I feel dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.
And the peak seems sooo far away.
Ah, but they won't let me (thank God)
And we've waited until
the spinning subsided
and we went on -- no, i trudged on,
stopping to rest so often
that the sun's crown were peeping out
from the horizon where he spent the night
by the time we were a little-
past halfway to the summit.
walk, walk, willing the body to be
as willing as the mind
to reach the top. the trail winded on
almost as if endless
and then, and then, and then--
I made it.
And every awfulness, every discomfort,
even the cold
receded into an insignificant dot
as I beheld the wonder
that was the playground of the gods.