The Sea This Morning..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the sea this morning is
mother's silk the one which
she used in her wedding which
grandma treasured
the boats sail peacefully
the fishermen cast their nets
for the morning catch
a white dog is still sleeping
on the warm sands
the boy is waiting for the
strong wind for him to fly his
new kite made by his father
who left them last night
to find work in the city
the seagulls are not in the sky
some dead fish float in the water
there is not footstep left on the
sands of this shore
the waves of the sea keep on
erasing them
what is this fear about things
that do not last?
this fear of not having loved
that much?
even thoughts are messy
and one who reads what you have
written
are always asking: where is the sun
what is the point? why are you
making things scatter in the air?
a caterpillar pretends as a snake
for fear that another crazy creature
may share on its leaf.