Dreamy Skies..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

staying here is always
a suppressed question of
'why am i here? why am
i staying that long
enough? '

the answers are hidden
always, deep down the chest
and the more you breathe
deeper like trying to
remove some bones from the
fields, the more things
become hazy because you are
afraid of stating the answer
so that it can be heard.

there will be a ripe time
for change, perhaps another
year, that time you destroy
a dream, you crash a house,
you leave a body, you turn
perhaps into smoke getting
out of the chimney to be part
of your dreamy sky....

the head is filled, the chest
soon explodes, and there is no
need for any imploring....