Atlantis

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Atlantis, Chicago, Makati, Ray Price, The Little Prince, Yulo Plaza

Slowly, somewhere,
the moon is pulling
the tide away
from the known shore
while we, enmeshed
in city noise, fixed in
street numbers, zip codes
and conformity,
windows facing windows,
identical copies of
common light
switched on and off
at the same hour,
remain privy,
somewhere inside us,
to the unseen ceremony,
the part of the spirit
that belongs to the sea
trained in the habits of
the ocean closest to it
without having to see it,

that the seashells
we keep on the coffee table
and the window ledge
as souvenirs of a past that
only the soul can remember
let us hear the roaring
of waves echoed
in the rushing
of life-giving blood
in our veins

all of it
the ocean
is inside us all along

it is not unlike the way
I first loved you, thinking
it was against reason,
the impossibility
of the ocean that we knew
was between us,
that neither of us could see
even from the rooftops

but it wasn’t the only thing
that was invisible to the eye
that we could believe in
and hold on to
and we held on to it
until the tide turned
and found us on the same side
the same harbor
and reason became
our greatest ally
and the deep blue
our shared kingdom
.

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