Our Very Own Cruelties Poem by RIC BASTASA

Our cruelties lie
sometime in asserting the truth

we say
no matter what
no matter who
whatever

it was in my silent assertion
of the truth of
who i am and was

my words speak something else
my thoughts run in another direction

my actions are black horses
racing against the white ones in the same chariot
of fire and ice


you are crying in my air balloon
as i look at the hills and the plains
as i touch blue clouds
as i fly away like a bird away from you.