Water’s Path

By Jose Joel Robles

Cleft soil was forming
by the gentle rolls,
after mists dispersed
and slid down with the sled 
to gauge their depth.
Scrubs shook slightly,
then gave way to the brook; 
water kissed the valley’s edges 
during the coalescence
and washed away dirt. 
Codes vanished in the wide
for the waves stirred above
and below the ocean’s faces.
Seaside spirits sank 
after sharing their savors,
the salts were still the same 
as the sun opened her eyes 
while the meadow woke up early
and seeped the morning sips. 
After days of dryness, 
everyone longed for rain.

Jose Joel Robles loves to write poems and short stories while teaching Religious Studies to senior high students at Xavier University – Ateneo de Cagayan in the Philippines.  As a husband and a father of one, he utilizes some of his spare time in writing.