Insistence... Poem by RIC BASTASA

satyr sits upon a rock
and looks at me, there seems to be a problem
he says, i ask, what?
he says you are not that happy anymore
forgetting our place
and the things that you once teach us to do
now we want to teach you what you have forgotten
i am silent
i am changed i tell him

the sands of time have been slipping
too fast i point to him the horizon dimming like
a torch being put off by cold air

the sound of thunder cuts us
the rain comes and we lose sight of our mutual
insistence.