Once When I Visited Uncle Santo
by Victorio N. Sugbo
Do you still go fishing?
Not anymore. I do not have my boat;
The sea swallowed it
In the last storm.
Don’t you miss the sea, Tata?
It has been ages
Since I visited the sea.
I like to spend my time here
In this old boat,
My bed.
For when I cast a line
So many stars
So much fish come
Circling
Under the water where I row.
