Ropes, , , , Poem by RIC BASTASA

an umbilical cord
is a rope
mother cuts it
for good

despite this
an imaginary cord still exists
between two minds
a bridge
where no one wants to
walk

imagination is cut
there is now an empty space
sort of conceived
independence

for me to grow
and be full
between us the bridge
must be broken
no ropes this time
no binding bond

between two continents
will always be an ocean
giant ships travel
a hundred whales
swim

i like is this way
between us
the Pacific ocean
no islands
just waves so huge
that sometimes
we are brave enough
in hopelessness

no ropes this time
no hands and arms
between us
this blinding darkness
this utter silence