They Love You..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you always think
that if people know you
then they
will soon not love
you

it could be a fact
from your own point of view

but take it from
my way of looking at the mountain

i do not love myself that much
for i am but a child
playing with my own
feet
stamping on the sands
and feeling each
grain
like the last day of my
life

the mountain is always
at home with its forest
and the path i take
always leads me there
not for the losing
but for the communing

the mountain loves me
and the rest have become mere
beliefs that i toggle
with my fingers
and when they fall off
i can only give
a little sigh and then
let go
without a tear
to signify
a cry....