The Power..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am not so particular
about who this Power is

who really knows His Name
and what He does?

it is something very Personal
we talk

sometimes i argue
but He does not answer in
categorical Yes or No Lie
sometimes
I do not even know if there is an
Answer

but there is this feeling, this
fleeting feeling that He is here

i do not know much
i have not seen it well enough

somehow a boat must have
an anchor
a world must have a light
a way must have some steps

an anthill to be an anthill must have
ants
this essence of my mind trying to grasp

the ungraspable, a cup with an ambition
to take the ocean inside its cupping.