What She Thought Poem by RIC BASTASA

what her thoughts are
he does not mind anymore
what is important is that he is still intact

a whole man despite the years of rage
and misunderstanding
that after all the deceptions at least he still keeps himself abreast
to his own beliefs,
not rattled, he keeps some words hidden
inside his pockets, he keeps some old pictures
which have become invisible
and permanently useless, he did not throw them just in case
someone so special remembers him again
on his last years

he is tired about her thoughts like some cyclones
on his peaceful island
inside a hill, deep down under is his tunnel
of identity, something that no one,
no storm, no earthquake
can ever destroy

he is not in hiding yet
he is in the open for the meantime that is it spring
the birds still please him
and the clouds with so many images to tell
still comfort him

he steps forward soon
and draws an exit using his stick
soon, soon,
that has always been his kind of dream
a monologue

it is the hope of the stones.
it is this love for a shadow.