There Is Always Hope, Mind You Poem by RIC BASTASA

perhaps i shall now
figure out
why i always dream of
flood under
a bridge where i walk upon
with all fears
because the bridge is
weak and
trembling

perhaps i can now jibe
it with a tsunami
that is chasing me
as i run
as fast as i can
towards the top
of an old mountain

perhaps i shall be wiser now
warned
as i am about
an impending
chaos or
calamity

or perhaps i already know all these
like a
Cassandra
tortured more on the imagined
consequence

rather than
what actually happened

who knows that, by luck or
by the grace of
God or by the power of prayers
or with the intercession of the saints
and Mother
and all the angels of heaven

this misfortune shall
be finally
averted.