This Little, Short Journey.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

This Little, Short Journey....



at first we may like the show of human figures, the content of their dialogues,
mostly arguments and reason, there is beauty and excitement in all these,
we soon, get bored of these human bodies and their words,
and sentences, we begin to like only their shadows against the walls
inside the caves that we create for all of them

then the shadows begin to fade, meanings diminished, we only like
to hear the sound, after all,
the sound of their fury, less their arms and heads, the sound of their joys,
less the glasses and the wine, less the cigarette puffs, images of opulence and affluence,

then we realize, we do not need the sounds of the outside world which we have already
put in that little box.
we only need a room with a window
a view of the infinite space above us
the sail boat within, the ferry without the machine,
the last ride to the other border, the fog kissing the water.

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Philippines
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