A Little Argument About What We Have Been Doing Poem by RIC BASTASA

these are just notes
of a journey

they are like stones that i
put upon
a boundary

sands that i spread
sometimes
over my body under the sun


these are just markings
of a page

but when you follow each note
each stone
each sand
and which could be so agonizing
and tiresome

then you will begin to see
what others have not yet seen

we shall call these not notes
or marking anymore

who knows, these are all
the lives
we all once had

and as they all tell you
there is no going back

because there is no end