Who Knows? Who Feels? ..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

AT a different sound level
you do not hear the elephants making
their calls for help

only they can hear what they are saying
as you watch only
silence

and so it will be with the trees and the sands and the sea

you stand there thinking that this world is a silent garden
but it is not

there is a language of the leaves and the branches
there is a talk of the sea and the sands

you just could not hear it
for you too has a language of your own
in your heart
that you
and only you
hear and understand