A Little Learning As Time Goes By... Poem by RIC BASTASA

someday you will realize
there is no use of a name
influences fade like rust eating you inside your bones
there are parasites
residing inside your skin
someday you will know
how they survived all these
and then you begin to hate them
then yourself

there is this interlude of despair
the regret of having been born

between us the sea
the sound of the waves
monotonous all day
amidst us is this silence
of the shells
the smooth flow of the sand
that starts
comforting our chaos
deep within our
ears

someday you will learn to blend
with whatever color
and you will no longer search
what you are
and where you are

you are simply here and there
without a fixed point
you are boat designed with no anchor
fearing no ports
neither measureless oceans

someday you realize
that the only reason why we are here is that
we are moving
this departure that knows so well
where hello begins...