The Pendulum Of Time. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not really know
why you have to cry every time
you come here

i know it has always been an
uninvited arrival

and we have too become attuned
to said crying

and as often as this matter
happens we have too become numb

not like you always a stranger
to births and even to deaths

as for me i have learned living
and dying to all these

so here i am writing about it
numb, and stoned, and my only

consolation is having to live
and die with all these truths

and just like everyone else who
arrive and leave we too have become

just like ordinary waves of light
and sound and other natural occurrences

we have one thing for sure: we come and
go and swing like the pendulum of time.