A Neither/Nor Situation Poem by RIC BASTASA

neither rain can wash our sins
nor sunshine can launder
our souls
we are in this neither/nor situation
choked by our own hands

they say
those who wear white during those ceremonies
and those who are fond
of reenacting the old rituals
that we need an outside force
to remedy this
kind of delimma

i am in no position to say
any word
i am an observer
and i keep on waiting

meanwhile, i hear the rain
i feel the sunshine
again, i am not saying anything

this world is too big for me to be heard anyway
it is those giants who may have
the final say