I Am Lost........... Poem by RIC BASTASA

first is the sound of the wind
coming then the wind itself then the sound of the rain
is coming and then the rain,

we are prepared under a roof of our house and we are
not feeling cold and we are not wet,

we are prepared.Let the wind come let the rain come.
we are prepared.

but for this sad news, about the sound of your sickness
about the sickness itself, about how you say the words without
meaning at all, about your restlessness for the night,

this we have not prepared ourselves.
my sister is crying under the rain.
my brother beats his chest with his fist.

i am in the middle of of this storm.
but as i am not prepared for the sad news,
i am lost.