POEM
It is midnight.
Inside an Igorot hut.
Round and dark and empty
Just a platform suspended above.
We climb up and lay down.
You and I, side by side, supine.
Suspended in midair.
Eyes closed.
Hands clasped.
Utter darkness
Utter silence.
All around and inside.
A weightless enveloping warmth.
A feeling of infiniteness
Engulfs.
We open our eyes
See through the darkness
Feel through the weightlessness
Above, an opening to the heavens.
The stars shine through.
