It's All In The Mind, It's All In The Mind Poem by RIC BASTASA

I keep telling you

it's all in the mind, it's all in the mind

and you look at me

hinting that you cannot believe me because i also appear suspicious

about how convinced am i that it is all in the mind that it is all in the mind

our worries are all illusions

a shadow of a rabid dog keeps talking like hands on the wall of your room

a lizard spewing fire on the ceiling?

a floor for a storm at sea? faces turning into masks

and women turning into pins?

you are a thread and you are entering an eye of a

needle, biblical, and oft white against a candle of stones

i run to the sink to wash my face only to feel being drowned by smears of water

could have been a rain in the fields of cogon grass

but things are no longer the same now after a fire, a plunder, a groan

emotions tumble like kitchen glassware breaking below our feet

things like these become wars and we stop for a while and free ourselves

from the bondage of words: sshhh, you try to keep the trees at home with its leaves

shhhh, you keep my hands in your hands

calm down, calm down, there is someone dying in the other room

and the children are nowhere to be found.