On Origins......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was hot
really really hot

the way we
search for the footsteps
of God

behind all of us
are the onlookers

perhaps wondering
why are these strangers
here
what are they doing?

we continue the trek
as aliens

the mumbling goes on
on those tunnels

i too ask: why did God
choose this place?

i still believe in
ironies, more so in
paradoxes,

the art of decomposition,
thoughts reversing,

times too grow
backward towards its
own roots

back to the seeds
on origins of silence.