Inshallah Alhamdulilah Poem by RIC BASTASA

Lina, what is the color of the light when
you first saw it in the border
between the north and the south?

was the crescent moon more beautiful
when it was full?

tell me, am i in darkness? am i both blind
and deaf? and those of the centuries, are they
muted by the layers of
stony truths?

what stone shall i kiss now? what sandy soil is left for me?
what sun shall i face?
what time shall i bow before the earth and tell it
that i am
another man?

did i ask the right question that Tony
answered before?
You have not met Tony
He has a square jaw
and he carries no puzzle of the jigsaw.

To all these things Lina
i will claim no knowledge
I will not doubt what to do with my long hair
I will not ask you to tell me where must i go.

I rely upon no other voice
But mine alone and no one hears it
The way i utter
my own words to the sea.

The world is noisy, It is not only that. It is too crowded.
I am part of it
in the crowd, but i am not listening anymore.

Back to the basics.
God made the trees.
The sea. The air has always been free.