Illusion
by Louie Marcolo
June 30, 2010
At the first sight of breezy morning, I woke up and so did my senses. Slowly and steadily, my physical body prepared itself for the labor ahead. I gazed upon the first wave of the daylight, and relished the first breath of the ocean.
As I walked onto my boat, I can feel warm embrace of the gray sand on my feet – an irony to its coarse and cold look. I rode my dependable boat, and paddled across the pristine water. Pulling once, twice and thrice, still nothing. Fourth, fifth and sixth, still nothing.
The sun is already up and mighty, and makes it presence really felt.
Seventh, Eighth and ninth, still nothing. I guess, it’s really not my day and so I went home.
We win some, and at times lose some. Hope fades when we illusion crawls and corrupts our spirit. But, that is our ultimate battle more than anything else. The most prime catch of our life if we persevere.
Illusions are only made by humans. In weakness I still drew strength because of the promise that awoke me.
Photo taken at Lake Sebu, South Cotabato, Philippines
