Away From People.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in this village
no one knows that
i am, sort of,
well, a poet, though
it is not really
the word that mostly
describes me here.
it is enough that
i am given space to
breathe, ..i live,
i go around, round
and round, but the
fact is, i still
remain, as an ending
of the usual letter
which i send to a
friend, or cousin,
mostly of whom are
in distress, as another
citizen. I have a name
here, but not that
familiar. A nephew asks
if i like it, and i said
it does not matter.
we are in the beach,
away from people, from
snakes and parasites,
and i am trying to
catch ball...which
i sorely miss this
time because i left
my glass at home...
and i got no cellphone.