Thoughts in Loneliness
By Apolinario Villalobos
Alone with just the whisper of the wind that breaks the silence,
the moment of bliss keeps me afloat me on the ocean of happiness.
Mind void of frenzy, becomes filled with thoughts…overpowering
And like in a forest, they all become jovial birds…singing, chirping.
Meandering thoughts bump each other in my once empty mind
And, puzzling, though, got to choose just one of them at a time:
-on a world that seems to shatter…is there hope?
that, even at the last moment
whatever remains of its innards
be spared to weld its fragments
long molested without diffidence?
-on man’s greed, selfishness…will he still survive?
despite never ending quest for more
that stacks up hatred from disquieted
who hesitate to act for the sake of unity
but now feeling abused due to disparity?
-on man’s blatant arrogance…to where does it lead?
when his reason for being, he questions
thinking that a force alone has made him
into what he is now, thinking all the while
with intelligence, to no one he’ll reconcile?
-on the children’s gleeful prancing…will this go on?
when the air they breathe, stained with death
fill their aching lungs, makes their head spin
and the river they wade in is grossly infected
but, sadly makes only a few sincerely worried?
-on oceans and forests…how long can they hold on?
for the sake of the fish and others on ocean floor
the birds seeking shelter on their lush, cool foliage
and many other creatures that call them their home
when dynamites and chainsaws spelled their doom?
Alas! All I can do is shiver in anger and helplessness
With those thoughts in my abject state of loneliness…