How Is It?

how is it
that you go to that famous beach
and there is a storm
and nobody is there
except yourself?

are you crazy? you keep asking yourself too
but you are there
not to take a swim
you are there to watch a storm
you are there to watch when everything has gone wrong
when everyone runs for safety
when everyone is busy for shelter
when everyone thinks you are crazy
and always at the wrong timing of things

what mind have you?
nothing you say
you are just crazy, you are just you, and it does not really matter somehow

who knows if you have a point too?
like the storm

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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