Finding The Sea Finally..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

oil and water do not mix
who does not know it? until
we know something else
and you call it: colloid
between the world of oil and the
world of water
something meets them, and they fuse
and make a scene, of hues and penetrations,
another world, another beauty,
the head and heart and the bottom of
humanity, somewhere between, this spine
this modality, this middle,
between the rings of the rich and
the hunger of the hands
a link is made, a connection, an intersection.
between the trees and the skies,
a bench, where two lovers sit unmindful of
those sunsets, between those busy folks
looking for money, the playground of kids
without the sound of fury,
boredom's petals fall, rot and then dry.
time indeed knows the way in this puzzle.
a river winds its way, finally finding the sea.