Misery.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

if you are on top of the cliff
and you watch the world: the green valley
teeming with forest trees, the birds in v formation moving away from you,
the fog on early morning thinning and finally
showing to you the horizon of a blue sea
the white line between the land and the water
you may speak then of the beauty of this world
less the miseries of the heart of
the spectator in you
trying to erase
what lies
inside.