Lots Of Listening And Enduring... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the bodyguards
are here
and he is feeling
like under
arrest, but that
is life here
in the seasons of
danger

shall i forget
how to speak about
spring?

how i miss those
freedom birds flying
in the forests of
solitude

sometimes he asks
is this the door that
i really want
to enter?

the house of chaos
where i am supposed
to place everything
in order

i am ready in this
armor of silence
lots of listening
and enduring....