Ebb Poem by RIC BASTASA

welcome to the ebb
of time

have you experienced
drowning in an ocean
of emptiness?

have you once drowned
yourself
pursuant to the will of
your cowardice?

welcome to the rise of the
water
people do not just swim there
they also want to die
and others who see are not
at all shocked
for once they also
attempted doing the
expected

and those who rise from that
low feeling
somehow become renewed again
tempted to the power of
life they begin to love the fear
of dying

ah, life is too short for an argument
and experimentation
this time, life goes hand in hand
with pleasure
and meaningful attachments
like that flowering vine
so attached to the trellis
that even the sun could not
really take it

it wilts in time
irrevocably posted to the
mutuality of the coldness of
the inanimate trellis