Here in Negros
We don’t have much high-rises
Our buildings don’t look
Like they could even touch the sky
What we have instead
Is an active volcano
Whose silhouette is always before us
Everywhere we go
When we drive our cars,
When we leave our houses,
When we walk to school and back
Always on the horizon
And within our line of vision
It has inspired many a work of art
A beauty yet a constant reminder
Of our provincial state (and lack of real estate)
It is also a steadfast companion,
A soothing presence,
One that will never leave
And one that has known
Our secrets and kept them safe
Perhaps one day those secrets will be
Too much and this volcano will burst
And explode in anger
Revealing our hearts
Photo by Margaret Kathryn T. Baynosa
