Some Questions To Himself

he suspects he must
have said something that
offends your
divine sense
for you have gone away
like a sigh
at night,

he thinks the mind of the
deep well, the only oasis
in your Sahara
what poisonous insect flew
over there
that rips the senses of the
fullness of the
water

on the other hand,
he justifies his decision to stop
thinking about the righteous
camel that walks the desert
with the Bedouins

there is more beauty to the moon
now that he is alone
whispering nothings to the distant stars
dreaming about the sea
wondering if the starfish is still there
trysting with the
urchins.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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