The Loan Poem by RIC BASTASA

what you do is always a form of a loan
after a certain time
the collector comes and reminds you
of the capital and the interest
and the corresponding penalties
for every delay,

if you do well enough
you shall get all the incentives
and the loan shall even be forgotten
and if there be penalties
the same are condoned.

what you are is a capital
your body is the medium, the bridge where you walk upon

time is of the essence
to all these transactions
to some extent there will always be
unfinished businesses

but the owner of the sky and the mountains & the seas
the owner of your body
and your soul
knows everything

he tells you
time is up
then
he lets you see
a candle that is about to consume its wax
the fading light

and then the darkness that you have been
familiarized with

but do not lose hope
the end of the tunnel is true
the light at the end
is never false.