Facing The Sun, Late Afternoon Poem by RIC BASTASA

driving back home
at the white bridge
the light of the sun
that later afternoon
blinds me, like
what i feel today
i close my eyes
see shadows
let them all inside
my heart,
i open my eyes
half asleep
letting all the shadows
simmer like
i am a dry earth
receiving a little rain,
thoughts run like water
boredom is the dryness
the ennui
fleeting memories
haunt like thoughts
coming back at me
with swords and scales.

'what am i doing here? '
i stop the car, get out from there
and stand on the side of the
white bridge.

'i am doing nothing'.
the water below is silent.