A Dot In The Sky Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am used to being
a lone eagle in that highest sky

my eyes are sharp
my claws sharper and more agile

my wings are silver
my feathers platinum


when i met you
i begin to understand what pity is all about

the weakness of the scents of flowers
on those days of May

bathed me and wrapped me into a
prison of sympathy

i tried to lift you up to make you feel the power of wings
the independence of claws

the self-sufficiency of radar eyes
the vision of eternity

i learn love but with all these
i can always unlearn everything

and be back to my own wings again
now merciless, sharp, and ready to forget

you are you
that purple flower clinging to the cracks of the rocks

i am myself
in another journey without any memory


i guess this is what happens
always to that eagle in the highest sky

a dot that you see
and then erased in space.