The Intangible... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this moment
a tiny bit of my long day
i find pleasure
on this flow, feeling like water flowing on the river,
a ripple of the sea, wings of this seagull,
woman, woman, wading to a pool,
like a gliding kite, or a drop of water on
the faucet,
a little sound a flicker, some connections
of thought and touch,
little pieces of memories rushing
inside this room of my mind,
i float, this is happiness,
which as you may feel i am trying to capture
through these words,
oh really nonsensical, but there is this joy
of tiny pieces, bites of sweetness,
intangible.