Were the ripples at the river Seine
My memories, your face will be broken
Into a thousand pieces, each fragment of you
Cut into countless shimmers
Dancing in incandescent light on water.
The night we sailed down the Seine,
We crossed a river of memories.
The bridges, the obelisk, palaces, and monuments
The Louvre, the Notre Dame, the Eiffel—
Are all that are left of the City’s past.
Left alone at the quay tonight,
I gaze at the thousand ripples
Splashing on the embankment walls.
Like a dam revolting, my mind unleashes
A stream of memories, restless in this nocturnal calm.
Nick Deocampo
Nick Deocampo is a filmmaker, author, and newly-retired film professor at the University of the Philippines.
