Unconventional... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it will not start with the usual
hello
well goodbye is another usual word
people use it every moment
sometimes even
permanently convenient

some start it well with a
'tell me the story' or
'tell me the truth and nothing but the truth
then we perhaps
can help you'

others don't. They do not start it all,
you start it, that is their demand
you must be the first one to open up
like a parachute
like a child's inquisitive mind that
always asks about the moon
why it is round
basics, you know

others are unconventional.
no word at all. plain touch, sometimes no touch even.
they pretend they don't mind.
or honestly, they do not mind at all
because they also have their own
battles.

sometimes, i like it this way.
silence. closing of the eyes.
relaxing on a beach king of david thing
letting people have their own choices.
letting events take their own due course.
like a compass pointing to its own direction.

sometimes i want to break the compass.
what is it to be lost and still be strong?
no fears, no hang-ups
no pent up emotions.

back to silence. sea breeze caressing my body.
leaves falling softly on the sand.
waves monotonous on the shore
hypnotic.