At Last Finding Nemo. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there were three able bodied men
looking like soldiers without their
clothes on and they batched to the sea
away from each other
their heads on and off with the waves of
the salty water,
and i paused a while thinking about the
recent story of kidnapping
where ransom was paid and before the
Christmas eve the boy was then released
to his almost insane parents.

a bad though, what if i could be that
boy soon? who would pay the price of
laxity? who would laugh the hardest?
who would cry for me?

who would save me?

and so i rise up from the sea
walked towards the black sand
and save myself from said
bad story.

there is a way to keep myself safe.
not to tell such kind of story and
just be here, inside my room and perhaps
ponder on the next kind of poetry

virtual sea, imaginary mermaids,
and at last finding Nemo.