Afternoon Flow Of Linking Thoughts Poem by RIC BASTASA

there you are
pain and its protrusions

creeks to rivers
and tributaries like

fingers of the hands
into thy chest to listen

to the whispers of the
heart the sea and the

ocean to become whole
again to be not noticed

as pain and its protrusions
but wagering waves friends

of the monsoon winds
slaves of the lights of the moon

sailing like ships losing
their shadows to a limitless

horizon into that darkness
sleepy until the next opening

day of the sun where light
in profusion blinds the eyes

the truths that scare us
we should have loved and

believed like gripping hands
of our very best friends.