Pacific Poem by RIC BASTASA

i do not belong to anyone
nor to
any place

i am always unattached
not because of
fear
that i may weep and wallow in grief
when i am finally detached
like an umbilical cord
cut and blood flows like
water in the faucet

i am no
bark to a tree
or leaf to
a stalk

i am no flower
that blooms one day
and wilt
upon the setting sun

you must understand
i like it here inside my heart

i am alone
in this secret dwelling
peaceful and calm
like
the pacific ocean
in a saucer
of white porcelain

i say loneliness is not
my cup of tea

i am my self's best friend
and we can both take a walk and talk
all night long
without you