Contemplation Early Morning In A Tropical Country.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

ahh time
flies too swiftly
not a pigeon
anymore
as white as a memory

it feels that
yesterday you just
visited a girl
courted her in that
distant town
in that old wooden house

and you still remember
a middle aged man
spitting by the door
giving you that
dagger look which you
dismissed as
part of the risk
of trying to love and
be loved...


ahh, time flies too swiftly
you married her
in the nearby chapel
presided by a thin and tall
priest
who does not drink and smoke
at all
and yet he died too early
to your surprise


you sit here
taking a glimpse upon the fig tree
without fruits
and the grass that spreads
itself too thickly on the
path
evidently less traveled by....


the woman is in sorrow
and the man had always planned
to leave for good
as though the clocks of life
knows how to
bend its hands and run its
fingers
back to where happiness
once started......