Thoughts And Thoughts Poem by RIC BASTASA

face the monitor
multitasking, whatever is always
whatever, and nowhere,
and somewhere,
surfing, and writing, whatever
word comes inside my brain,
linking, i like linking whatever
with nowhere, nothing definite,
like simply sitting on the shallow
part of the river and
rinsing my feet, nothing to clean
in particular, just looking at
the flow of the water,
like i am a part of everything
yet i belong to no one,
just it, this and that, and
nothing specific,
this is what i like doing now.
i am no one.