The Sea In Us Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am talking about
water, always there is a shortage
of what we have
in the mountain

the terrains are cracking
and the buds
and roots have always been thirsty
and strangled

we sit on the floor of this house
with big windows
looking at the vast expanse of hills
overlooking the
very wide sea

it seems that everything in our world
is sea, or
sea -ike, everything so deep
and blue
and so silent with all the
mysteries
something we still do not understand

and then you begin to talk about love
that we do not have much
something is lacking and something in us
speaks about
this hunger and thirst
this emptiness that all these resources
cannot fill

like the sea i am so silent
i am like an ocean not making any sense
of waves
like you
we shall also be like the sea
silenced by all these
mysteries