Note For Siargao (6) Poem by RIC BASTASA

you make a funnel of me
as you pour out
all the chaos in
you,
i
stretch my nose
a bit,
expand my ears
like a cave
where you
enter my

openness,
my tolerance is an
ocean
boundless,
my hope is
endless,
and i listen
attentively like
a wall
to your
sighs,

i make a tunnel
of myself
running
down the depths of our
souls,
i
could have told
you that
i have a

wish for
a hand holding
a light
at the end
of all these
squandering,
i have one
philosophy

now,
i
travel and

i
do nothing.