Somewhere in Plummer’s Hollow,
a man sits clipping his nails
this morning. There
is snowfall, light as down.
Much further east, uncommon frost
recedes into the hills of Atok, Benguet,
studding the heads of cabbages,
stalks of wild grass, flowers.
Wasn’t it there
the fabled orange tree that flew or fell
from El Dorado? Under the earth
are jars of ore and silver.
Little flotillas of creased paper
go down the creek. Sometimes
it seems the past might never
have happened. But even here
the ends of threads are gathered;
the lines on the horizon draw
this world into the other one.
And back and forth the shuttle goes.
—Luisa A. Igloria
In response to today’s Morning Porch entry. Atok, Benguet is a mountainous municipality in western Luzon northeast of Baguio City, where Luisa grew up. Due to the elevation, occasional frosts occur, with devastating effects on vegetable growers.