A Change Poem by RIC BASTASA

agreements and promises
that was how we know beginnings,
a knowing of green leaves
and expecting the blooms one day,
we were talking about a harvest
of some days and some fruits
the commitment to give myself to you
and you in return dying for me,
the enclosures that open and
tell you these are all that i have

a stone's language is harsh in its silence
the bird perching on a twig looks curious
the river sings the songs of the sea
we float there facing the bright moon.