What Is This Life All About? Poem by RIC BASTASA

as i walk today
the sun has not yet shone
there is no brightness then on the horizon
this is the boundary
between light and darkness
gray,

the black buffaloes are still resting under the mahogany trees
the chickens start to hop
land on the ground and begin to feed upon themselves
the rain last night created small ponds on the side of the pathways
the nipa hut of the old dying woman is still closed

there is a possibility that no one shall open it
not even herself

abandoned

the grasses are wild and lush
there is enough for everyone

space to thrive
food to eat but i guess there is not much desire to realize
what this life is all about