D8 Poem by RIC BASTASA

he never thought
that he can reach this point,

never in his mind
did he think that he is a lucky person
reaching the summit
and feeling the

coldest air
the fog beside him
the grave silence
of the stones below his feet
the howling cliffs

up here
he is the most lucky person
to understand
what loneliness is all about

and the people below
those who think that the plains are
low levels
and not worth their brief
stay here on
dusty roads and
arid deserts

look at to him as
an idol
and always mention them
to their children

that he is an epitome
of success
the man who made it
from rags to
riches

all the while he is thinking
something's wrong
with this system

something must be
changed
someone must be made
responsible

the belief systems are
all wrong.