We Will Go Inward To The Mind's Intimate Intricacies Poem by RIC BASTASA

i will be sad today
a new road is constructed
sort of shortcut leading to my village
direct to the veins of the city
gloom rules my day
the sun dips below the eaves
no tree is spared
old
and many of the new ones too are felled
in the name of
progress,
i revolt to this
but i bow to that

i am helpless,
i will be one of the steps going away
back
to that old road
where the trees shall grow freely, taller and proud
on this long and
winding road
intense going inwards to the tranquility
of the mind's
intimate intricacies