Even For The Meantime.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in this world of chaos
where brother kills brother

where buses are bombed
and innocent civilians killed in numbers

i take refuge on a chair beside the window of my house
still awed by those ripe guavas hanging on the tree
fronting me,

fresh air from the sea, silence from the meadows,
self in isolation, a retreat from the street,
evils in society temporarily forgotten

we need this sometimes
even for the meantime.....