An Entry In A Diary Today... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is this anger that is brewing inside me
my mouth is like the sea that is covering the mouth of an emerging volcano
no words that hurt
just plain cool silence
like breeze from the distant mountains from those trees and grassy hills

i am disfigured for each eye looks at the opposite direction
my hands are not coordinating with the direction that the feet are making
i ask my wife: is this how is it to be insane?

she is patient as always. a woman
the nurturing and motherly figure.

there is nothing wrong with you, she assures me
they're a mess and you cannot endure it anymore

the park is well lighted tonight
there is no drizzle of rain
some flowers are blooming along the path leading to the seashore

it is our night and we are safe now.
then we talk about other matters that are not part of the day's trouble.

we are still here. we breathe.