Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


gladness....


when you sit
alone on a chair beside your window
facing a long road of this village
thoughts come
and form a chain
link upon link
and seemingly
it takes you to more roads and windows
and doors and
valleys
you hear the echoes of its sound
you see
the beauty of a chain of daisies
on a stretching acres of grass
despite the long journey
surprisingly
you feel the magnificence of wander
you name the world
you tell it
you are lost deeply lost
nevertheless
it is the excitement of all these
that makes you
face
the anonymity
of gladness

Submitted: Monday, May 21, 2012
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