(the time is 6: 02 pm <br />Philippine time) <br /> <br />imagine myself situate yourself <br />in my own place <br /> <br />i am writing a poem on the ground floor of this house <br />the brown curtain is laced and tied to a window <br />that opens beyond this red painted wrought iron fence <br /> <br />outside the mango trees are full of leaves <br />and the grasses are running wild <br />on mud where the earthworms are thriving <br /> <br />the sky is turning gray and the horizon turns <br />pale orange as the sun finally descends to <br />hand this total darkness on this land of mine <br /> <br />you hear the sound of the strong wind from the <br />sea moving towards the big mountains that i <br />see from where i am sitting and writing <br /> <br />i am telling you again, the sound is howling <br />and i am telling you again, i am just alone staring<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afternoon-musings-6/
