In Bora Poem by RIC BASTASA

they have a term for all these big waves,
and strong winds,
when business is bad, when people leave


it is the low season,

when hearts are broken, when a lover is jilted
when time stops for a while

when tears flow and flood a room
when messages are opened and then

someone screams in pain,
when a door is closed, because the winds are strong

and sands are blown and getting inside your eyes
and you are hurt and cannot clearly see what is beyond

all these longings, these temporary hurts,
when waiting seems too long that you cannot embrace it

the lowest peak of your life
when breathings wants to stop.