The Hole...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you arrive at a place
where you do not know
who live there.

You are a stranger here
but left without a choice
you have to stay
at least for the time being.

They are after all
entertaining.
To each his own skill.
They spin their own
words, putting up poetry.

They have their own
strong tribe and they
speak the same language
if you know what I mean.

And they all say yes
and they all listen to you
and there is no conflict
or misunderstanding.

what I cannot understand
is your decision to leave.
You left everything for
somewhere.

Took me a long time
to understand this until
it happened to me.

There is this hole in the
doughnut
and we know it from
time immemorial.

we love to take the journey
back to the desert
Endless horizons of sand
Lots of mirages
and that sight of vultures
up there
and stars at night
and that sandy place where
silence dwells.