A Network Poem by RIC BASTASA

if the wind is your friend
then you will have wings
if it happens that the rock gets angry
because you are the friend of the wind
then you have nothing to rest upon
on a weary trip
somehow you ask the help of the trees
on the condition that you must hate the sky
but then without the sky
what use is your pair of wings?
you compromise with the help of the moon
to light you dark night
and the sun who is more powerful is mad
for it has long severed itself from the moon
if you have nothing to hide your head tomorrow
the rays of the sun like swords shall cut you
into shatters
the sea promises something
but the islands warn you about a catastrophe
now you must take note of all these
find a way to please all
and you end up
begging for more.