The Circuit.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

before it was like
you are entering the gateway to an island
a paradise in your mind
and you wish all your relatives are there

people meet you and they seem to look the same
you ask for their names and you find out
we all come from the same line
in this island of too much familiarity,
the smallness of a world where everyone
is so interconnected and yet what the heck
they find their own common greed and
selfishness until finally they stay away
from you to eat their own food and drink
what they brought here, and when they start
to sing because they too become drunk with
what they are, you finally find yourself
looking for the boat to take you back away
from them....