Satiate......... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a sad man sits under the tree,
someone he loves died,

he does not want someone to see
him crying,

it would be too unbecoming a site,
too unmanly,

until the rains come, and it rains
hard and long enough,

he gets wet, and finds relief, and
that he could now cry that long and
hard enough,

just like the earth, the way it rains,
hard and long enough,

wetting the grass, filling the sands,
satiating the mountains and the trees.