Forgetting...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the hands of time swindle us
just this morning a tight bud loosens
its collars
that morning upon a glimmer
wink of
a second, night folds unfolds like
disco lights

you dance and you dropp your
body

you cling to uncertainties
the hands of time drops you
in the middle of nowhere

and you ask where is this place?
you are right there

but this time your skin
has only bones

your neighbor who once fished with you
in the river
cannot recognize you

you too forget
what time is it what is this place

who am i?