At Caluya..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

seeing you
in a state
of utter
depression is
not an easy
task for me

i know you
are inside that
box and
you do not know
anymore
how to escape
and what to do
with all yourself
alone in
there

we are outside
we are many
and we talk a lot
sometimes what we
talk about
is a lot of nonsense

but this keeps us
all outside that
room
of asphyxiation

i dream of a key
but i cannot find the
door
i know what a key
needs

it needs the lock
but we have one problem
though

like you we cannot
find that door
where you are hiding

and inside the room
all the monsters are there
you scream
we cannot hear you

here we are
in this floating cottage
in the middle of the sea

there is a tall mountain
over there and the
giant statue of Christ with
arms stretched to the
sky
is standing

we see it all
what we do next is simply
unpredictable.