..To You The Angry One... Poem by RIC BASTASA

KNOW THAT
when i begin writing these lines
i am exhausted for this day's work
for i have overworked myself
drag myself beyond the prescribed
limits
i am thinking despite all these
sadness, pain and anxieties if
there is still something in poetry
which appeases, or pleases or makes
us redeem ourselves from beast to bird,
from rock to seed,
if there is still hope in the tenderness
of words,
the comfort of syllables
the beauty of imagination, the coyness
of the literal dove
which even without wings still struggle
to fly towards its one legged house
up in the hill where the clouds
have already retreated to the nearby
mountain as night hovers in like
an eagle with glowing eyes
like the embers of your
anger.