The House Of The Soul Poem by RIC BASTASA

i see
everything fails
everything human and warm and touching
the leaves fall
and the ants all die in winter
the only rose at the door
finally wilted
expectantly
there are no surprises involved in this misery
as predicted
the last living lover takes leave
saying
things end and relationships do not last
like every kind of business
every endeavor simply burns out
like a wick of the candle

i am not surprised why we are all here
no questions asked no answers offered
we feel the wind
and we root our feet strongly on the sand
wanting to have a hold
of this slippery being

'OMG! ' you exclaim
how could you forget your body?