RIC S. BASTASA

this morning
thoughts come rushing
like
passengers of
a train on a
rush hour

yet everyone inside
either reads
a book

makes a blank stare
on the window

avoids seeing one
another

and no one is saying
a word
or two

it is like this
at this hour

i am in a journey
and i have no word to say
to everyone i meet

we are on the same train of
silence
we adore silence
with all respect