Faceless To My Sky Poem by RIC BASTASA

all her friends
died.
The spinster
The grand nanny
The crazy woman who
collects old
clothes.
The young man
who buys her eggs
in the market.

All of them died
already
and she is left alone
by my side.

I wonder why she
talks still of longing.

(does she want to die?)

(i am like a stone
silent with my moss)

i listen to the flow of
the water
the song of the river
the whispers of the winds.
The ripples of the pond.
The trickles of rain.

I listen to the dusts.
and to some footsteps of
the lizards.

i am tired too.
But i have no right
and courage
to even tell you.

(for i am a stone
patient with the moss)

(for i am a stone
faceless to my sky)