Wanderlust By Tita Lacambra Ayala,1998 Poem by RIC BASTASA

A formal form-
lessness
provinces of thought
denied due process
lines tied up in knots
recurring in dawn's wet trees

somehow also
landscapes are empty
full of water yesterday's
footprints the clouds
in them

how can you believe
you are not found
having lost footing
to the elements
splintered
everywhere you look

and you must hold
your breath
and keep away
from cloistered ravines

it will be raining when you
get home
there will be lights
in the windows