Meop-Itna 90 Poem by RIC BASTASA

say hello to the world for me
it is not talking to me
it is offended by the words that
i am saying to the sea
and to the mountains
the trees turned themselves into shadows
the clouds hide the shapes of my thoughts
the colors all turning into heavy rains
soon the typhoons gather in one assembly
the piers shall no longer be ankles and bones
the waters turning into glaciers
we are ships frozen in the middle of the sea
we look for another world
in the skies in space we must deny our eyes
we pick up the fossils of our ancestors
the black gold we leave behind as sands
what stories shall they tell
to the crocodiles friends of the dinosaurs?