As A God.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

So here we are
birds perching upon a branch
without laurel leaves

it is raining and it is dark
we are all wet and

still singing

i look at you with your blue feathers
the other one is brownish with streaks of blood

sometimes (if you do not mind)
i really think that we

are all fools
in this darkness under the rain

still singing

(same old songs of sorrows
and sometimes we think we change the tune

come one fine morning
dressed in sea breeze

the joys of the jam
the bliss of the barn)

deep within as i fly away
on the other hand upon deeper
thought)


to the other island on that big
old banyan tree

perhaps, in one of those twigs
i can be

a lesser (fool) but then the kids
without their mothers

may take me as
a god.