3c Poem by RIC BASTASA

a flood of love
who can stop it?
don't ask
i will, i am strong,
i can stop a rush of
waters inside
my chest, the storms
rage on
i am sailing
without the motors,
but i stopped it
though
with so much
collateral damage,
but i did,
at noon, i shrug
my shoulders
and laugh out loud,
but at night
when i am weak
and asleep
the flood of love
rush inside
a dream
you cannot see it
somehow
and that is the most
important matter

everything is well
in that dream
i am an open
highway
with cactus on
the side
of the road
and sun above
my head