Those That Faithfully Remain.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you think that it is only
the sea whose waters ebb

and rise, and waves move
unceasingly on the sands,

or perhaps light, that
dissipates, that fades and

appears, receding and ceding,
and spreading colors and hues.

our feelings too, now here and
there, and then gone, but there

are those which faithfully remain,
the coconut tree beside the house,

the dog on the stair, the stone on
the hill, grasses, and trusses too.