The Fierceness Of Memories... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the fierceness of a a memory is carried by the colored flags of
this island

it should have been a celebration but it is not

the wind is strong in this low season
and the waves are eating too much of the white sands

i can sense your anger, but i am walking away like a man without thoughts

i have accepted all these anger like the way i am walking away from
everything

i sit upon a chair i take a number on that early morning
when chairs are all empty when stores are closed

the money changers have not opened yet
and i wait and i go through these process of surfing without something

definite, there are no questions in my mind
there is only my presence to myself

i am bound, i know, i am helpless
ly still bound to you, and when love comes i close my eyes thinking

about your face and body, and when i burst into a scream
i take the composure of decency by not mentioning even the syllable of your name

it is still respect for love despite its cruelty to me.