Note For Siargao (7) Poem by RIC BASTASA

the Sisyphus
in
Siargao

takes his surfing board
rides
the bosom of the
sea
finds a bigger

wave
slides and then
stands on it
feeling like a
king
of foams

and when the waves
simmer
into a flat
water
he floats again
and again
waiting for
another
bigger
wave

and this he does all
the days of
his life
all the days
of his life
all the days
of his life

not looking for
himself
or anybody
not needing
anybody's
hand
or mouth

not feeling a
body
a soul
numb to
the world

un-
felt too
by anyone....