3: 40 In The Morning... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we take this walk
for life, we breathe
so much freshness
from the green trees
of the park, round and
round the circle of
the paths that all the
people are taking.
For health, for life,
for meaning perhaps.
i always ask, why am
i still here? and why
are you still with me?
have we known what
love really is?

you do not know me.
my heart is restless.
you are patient and
silent, and i know,
from your eyes, you
have loved and still
love another.