The Promised Land...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

finally we arrive
in an island of hospitable
trees
and accommodating sands
our shadows
they accept as part of their
brotherhood
and then under the moon
a feast of songs and
drinks
has just began

in this manner the memories
of storms cannot exist anymore
we get drunk
and soon forget that journey
of tsunamis
which on the other hand
were blessings in disguise
without which
we could not have possible
arrived
to this promised land