Hoping For The Uncertain, Groping For The Unpredictable Poem by RIC BASTASA
Hoping For The Uncertain, Groping For The Unpredictable
braving the empty space above a field of grass
he walks away carrying nothing
no jug of wine, no cigar
no picture of a loved one
no memories in his mind,
no hope either, nothing to speak about
he brought silence strong as steel
he has his hands shaped like a bowl
like a mouth gaping open to other uncertainties
his only kind of possibilities
unpredictable,
and hence more exciting!
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