Or Will Silence Do All The Cure? Poem by RIC BASTASA

his papa is always wary about the way
things are put
for instance if a glass of water is put at the extreme
edge
he expects it to fall

he does not like the idea of falling
much worse the sound of breaking
the site of shattered pieces
makes him
furious

what past had he? what his parents did?
what did the last war show him?

how many times did he lose love
to another? losing face? losing a family?
a name?

how can he ask him? how can he wake him
up to the truth that all these are
but illusions?

will water from a pail help him?
will a walk by the sea make him calm again?

or will silence do all the cure