A Decision.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i thought it should have been
better if i lived in an island.
it would have been too peaceful for me.
I have already learned to live that way,
before you came into my life.
i do not have to account for chunks of skies.
or drops of rain or
my share of the air i breathe.
now in this sharing i have more questions
unanswered.
If love is true why does it have to be
concerned with money?
why do you have to ask me for
reasons?
if love is good why is it causing
me pain now?
perhaps, there is a time for rivers
to divide islands.
for lands to be carried away for
islands to sink and then we do not
ask questions anymore.

i am waiting for the right time.
Ripe guavas fall and then i shall know
what rotten is.
I shall summon ants.
I will never pick you up.