Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


the tree and i


the tree and i

we are feeling as one
in its motionless gesture

of its leaves that fall
and touch me

my skin that wrap my
fingers they rub and
arrive at a beginning

they stay for a while
they do not talk

they stay longer in a while
a dew comes out
from the pores of both
leaf and finger

a glow arises from
a glance and then
they all look
up to the blue skies

their gazes long
and they are lost
and they all sing
the praises about
these feelings of

eternity. They had
long been asking
what is their beginning
and now they are
asking if there is
an end to all these

bitter barks and
sticky saps and
happy tendrils and
hoping seeds.

Submitted: Saturday, December 06, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 23, 2008

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