354 Poem by RIC BASTASA

reedom
what shape is freedom?
a flicker
on the candle in the dark night
the wind blows
and the flicker moves anywhere
the wind goes

freedom?
the strong wind puts the light out
on a single blow

freedom?
the candle knows how to make its own flame
and lets go some of its melting matter
freely flowing its own body
consuming itself
down the drain
to its foot

like tears
the molten drops slide
and solidify

taking some shapes
misconceived
unassigned by us

freedom?
the freedom to take our own shapes
the freedom to consume ourselves
the freedom to be finally
extinguished

freedom.