In The Middle Of The Crowd

in the middle of the crowd
where there is so much noise
all mouths talking
with no one listening
all arms and hands
moving and shouting
and all feet walking to
and fro like grandfather's
clock's mechanical pendulum

when the world seems to be
crowded not just with people
but with words
dishonest words and other
things that we do not really mean

why not try the silence of the stars
outside this crowd

on the grass, soft, soft grass
with the wind, cool cool winds

why not try the silence of the stars
under the sky
why not spend a little time with
the moon

let us try silence for a while
who knows
this world may still have peace
who knows
our overbeating hearts may
find its needed rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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