Eyes That Close For More Love. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a way to be
unpoetic, just like being
unapologetic,
and this can be done by
just being oneself talking
to oneself without the
ambition of being understood.
i look back and read backwards
and i saw some
poesies in my passage from one
tunnel to another
one place to another place
from one person to another

the one that sticks much to me
is the leaving
more meaningful than the
coming.

there is poetry in me
and i feel it.
i have gone away from
that need to be
praised.

to the beauty that
i met upon waking up
i had no reading glasses
then
but i have seen it all
in the touch of my hands
in the smell of the neck
in the drowning in the oceans
of ourselves

in one bed, sharing a blanket
under one roof
seeing same views from the
same windows of our souls

we have counted the stars
we have embraced so much space
so much skies
and all worlds fit in

and so we forget religion
we travel a lot
we understand some more

how small are these hands
how our feet no longer demand for shoes
how candles become unnecessary
in lighting this darkness
where evil no longer lives.

i have these notes for 2019
welcoming it with a hug from my arms
hands with all the void
eyes that close for more love.