Journey

May 19, 2009
San Vicente, Sablayan

The cold wind brushed my cheeks,
I snuggled close behind you
To protect my face from the rain or from the dust.

We encountered bumps along the road,
You quickly maneuvered when encountering holes.

The road less traveled we crossed,
To find better way till we reached our destination,
Yet still, most of the time we found slippery roads,
Muddy, rocky, until we reached the concrete roads.
We thought it would go on and on till we reached our course,
But then again, we found ourselves traversing
The more dangerous roads because every one wanted to be as fast
That didn’t care to those who were last.

Yes, we moved fast. Time was running and so we were,
We drove again to find others who were out of luck
Stuck on mud and had to stop.

We were sure we’d help
But sometimes we just have to stare
and only say a little prayer
“Thanks God, we were not there.”

On our journey, no matter how arduous,
We could still appreciate,
Each other,
Each scenery,
Each difficulty.

And in the end, we congratulated ourselves
For reaching the destination together.

And we both breathed:
“this is our last motorcycle ride
on the dirt roads of Occidental Mindoro.”