Remiscing What You Surrendered... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you stop in a certain space
you spend time
sometime longer than what that space requires
then it gets crowded
space grumbles
and time wants to run faster like a leopard

at a certain point
you become a passive observer
like a marker of the road
you forget speech
because time does not give you words
you lose sight of corners
space is arrogant

it is only for a while
you gain flesh
you remember syllables
your bones get back that hardness
that it has surrendered
before
because space and time give you
love, and affection
and then suddenly strip you with it

it is not late
there is still a few fireflies resting upon
a crown of leaves

you glisten
now a meteor you move somewhere else
because you
do not fail to remember

going there is remembering.