The Truth About The Good News Poem by RIC BASTASA

I AM thinking

i agree with what the wind is telling
that from afar
some good news are waiting

and i bloat myself with hope
feeling like cotton
soft and useful

the wind left

and i waited for days for the coming of good news
like a cure for instance
for loneliness

or a miracle for the healing of a friend
who is dying
beside me

hands clasped towards heaven
for the skies to listen

I am thinking that the wind may have simply pitied our situation
and lied

and will not come back and stop
for we will always
remind about him about the good news

I am thinking

there are times when out of pity the ones that come here
say words
that they do not mean

and then
i sit again holding the hands of the dying friend
giving him
the good news from the warmth of my hand

it does not speak of healing
i does not want to remember anything