Pondering Upon A Loss

sometimes i stop walking and rest under the shade of a tree.
i look at the clouds always shaping their faces.
i feel the wind always changing their songs and their directions.
i look at the mountain, high and steady, unmoved, unmoving.
i transfer my gaze to the river, its job had always been to flow
searching for the opening to the sea.
i listen to the chirping birds, i wonder how they fly and flee.
i look at the grass, still slowly crawling to cover the earth.
i ponder upon a loss and i do not ask any question.
i dare not the sky, where the say the gods live.
i do not question the sun, its job has always been to shine.
i have no questions now, upon this loss, i have only submission.
i keep my emotions steady. I control my fate. It is my only job left.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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