A Lofty Undertaking.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

Friday morning
the mists have not left yet
the nipa groves

let us go to the sea
and soak our bodies with its salt

there is no wrong which we have to
talk about

my head at the surface
my body immersed

the crystal clear water
shows the colors of its fish

the coral simmer in refraction
the ripples show a journey

here we do not talk
we are like pilgrims immersed in the

temple of our dreams
how to love life i ask

the sea is speechless
the sun slowly rises....