2:15 P.M. Roxas Poem by RIC BASTASA

2:15 P.M. Roxas



we smile because they tell us to smile
we project what this world must be

or ought to be, but after that last click
we go back to the

beginning when we were going somewhere without a definite direction
when it was raining so hard and we found no shelter

when every part of us, present and future is wet with
anxiety, and there is no sign that

the rain will stop, that the door will open showing us the way
to the fire

no two persons with separate arms and legs will have to stay in one room forever
the feet walk away

the eyes fly
thoughts roam the world and will be glad to know each cloud

of doubt
each sting an education each wound

a seed of growth
we shall soon know this and we give way to our soul

traveling, traveling, until you become so strange as a creature i have not ever
met before

a myth, a story,
and then you smile realizing the truth of being blown by the wind
dusts, yes dusts,

that is what we are
and will always be, into the nothingness of what we have
not ever
thought before

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