Real Fiction..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

There is a conversation where we keep on
talking but we are never really involve
as we tend to show it,

we name names, and try to make the impression
that they are not really us
we concoct imaginary stories but which really happened
where we are really the characters involved

but because we are not acceptable by this earth's standard
we tell them those who listen that these are all the makings of the mind

but the fiction was so real, images so vivid, places so tangible like
rocks and brooks, and the birds that we tell flew away from us
left some eddies to our minds and their minds wonder why there are
winds in their ears too circling and

soon have made tornadoes carrying them away all at once
and they no longer know where they are and where they live
and what their names are

you are with them all the while assuring them that soon this will end
that there will be no pain in this imagination
that they are not really true
that soon everything will return back to normal

that everything is fine. But soon there will be another screaming
and they will find that you are no longer there.