Fate... Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is no way that i will never know
you in full
you shall brag to the clouds in your mind
that you can hold
without your fingers
mists
fog
mirages
oh
they drift
there is no permanence
permanence is an illusion
a river
a cloud
water
air
a hush

and this is where we must start
educating air
trusting the coolness of emptiness
saying
this could be &
this could be not
all
at the same time
and yet
with a sigh

it happened.