Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


I have accepted it, hope you will.


The scenes flash
in a series that runs smoothly
without a glare

somehow i have decided not to watch it
straight since it can be
a source of
prolonged and undisturbed pain

and so i shift from one frame to another
summer and winter
landscape and numbers
this time sky and then in a moment
sea
somewhere there could be a meeting
or none at all

the joys are intermittent
and i like it the way it should be
something that sometimes
we are not prepared yet to accept
but it is there
gazing at us and saying that it has
been a part of
our very being

and they shall concoct stories and
offer some explanation and lay the usual rules of
the game of life

there are scales which the rainbow fish wears
as it swims deep into the sea
and soon disappear into what we deem as the unknowable

be glad you are here
and with this short time we have
we cannot really make a lot of difference
peace be with you, that is the last offer
that is made

i have accepted it, hope you will.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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