Bohol

Bohol, the land of chocolate hills,

Emerald mounds rise from the deep,

Their white shoulders shedding turquoise waters,

A universe in reverse, starfish dot the rippled sand,

The sea has the calm sadness of what cannot stay,

A waxing gibbous moon, our sons, bent over a pool of silver fish,

Their cheekbones limned with watery light thin shoulders barely touching.

Pic Cred: Darren Lawrence