RIC S. BASTASA

the black bird flies alone against the blue sky
it is lonely and that is the truth that lies in every black feather of its strong wings

if only it can change its course
and find a place where there are other black birds like it

perhaps it will turn back and learn to sing the song of the black flock

it is not a way of life that its father had handed to it upon its beak and claws

it is not even a choice and never did it ever imagine that it shall be alone against the blue skies

against the black nights and against the towering peaks of mountains

there is no other way of rationalizing about it except fate,
it is the destiny that chose its path and it is simply following the dictates of the stars.