Tall And Strong.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the days are tense
the nights are terrors
there is no place to
go and no person to
confide with....

the mind is a coconut
floating in the ocean
ready for the drift and
the landing anywhere of
these coasts....

it belongs to no one
not even to the thinker
it cannot be taken inside
a box, it shouted for
years without being heard
by the cliffs and
the mountains and the corals,
or the sands....

it is dead to its drift,
but soon, when landed it is
ready to sprout and be
that coconut tree again

tall and strong....