Under The Tree Beside The School Building

on a certain break
one sits alone under a shady tree
on an afternoon of
Saturday

they left for a certain purpose
filling up too
a certain emptiness of their
minds (& bodies)

somehow
the wind provides a joy to cool a face
calming a mind in chaos

the leaves fall
too gently on the grass
and they are too graceful
too simple
for any deeper analysis

the grass speak for themselves
always a busy day
spreading
expanding its territory

the pebbles as usual mute
but always with a desire to speak
to move away

there are cars
waiting as the rain begins to fall
some have to run
and escape being wet

these are everyday occurrences
and because i am too sheltered
inside the four corners of my study room
they have become too unfamiliar
and too new

there is a longing to belong again
to a world without thinking too much
something just
to occupy a place, the feet to walk
the hands to touch

it 's been a long time now
i have not seen the world to its practicability
like an axe to a firewood

mud to my shoes
rain on my shoulders
some birds over my head
a butterfly stopping on my hand

to rest is also an ability
i think, i have forgotten.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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