What Are We? A Monsoon Wind Poem by RIC BASTASA

we are just the monsoon wind
that comes and then goes


what we have here
what we obtain with labor and store and adore
we leave them all here

the trees and the fields
the gardens and the flowers
the roof and the rail of the stair
the carpet on the floor
the rings in our hands
dates embedded on the tombs
we all leave them here and they may not
even remember

we wish change and change may come
and the world may even be more beautiful to feel and see
we may catch the glow but then in a moment we are all gone

all, all gone....