Whether They Hurt Or Please.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

got a hammock and tied between two trees.
this is isolation, in one of the mountains here.
i lay flat, swing myself, and feel the movement
of the wind and then i close my eyes to this bliss.
i listen to the birds singing, they love the trees
and this mountain, i suppose and i flow with their
song, and then i am about to sleep, until this parrot
came, imitating the words of man, saying and uttering
words, and i know that it never understands words,
what meanings they give, whether they hurt or please.