What To Do Poem by RIC BASTASA

you get a handful of mud
put a little rain
and then you begin shaping
a face

carefully you put some
tenderness
sculpting forgiveness
you mold your vision
of integrity

you stop for a while
and contemplate on what is
it that is missing

your heart is heavy
it is filled with the burden
of love

you pour love
more of it like a basin
of water

the mold is so thirsty
until
it is finally broken

your hands after the
error
must begin again
to shape the mold
of regrets
until love reassembles
your face

a beautiful face so full of
hope &
courage