Poetry and Creative Nonfiction

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2 years ago

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Moonset at Central Park Station of St. Paul Subterranean River National Park

John Iremil E. Teodoro

This morning,

after the faint scent

of sea grasses

awakened me,

I followed

the setting moon

in the reef flats

in front of my

bamboo cottage.

I nearly stepped on

a parrotfish

that I was caught

by the low tide.

It was big

as my slipper.

I picked

its slimy body

and returned it

to the sea.
In its excitement

it forgot to

thank me.

It didn’t even bother

to look back –

It swam quickly

away from me.

It dived towards the direction

of the horizon

where the moon

was hiding.

Perhaps in my next visit

that parrotfish

will surprise me

with a greeting.

It shall brag to me

about its scales

painted by

the setting moon.