A Stream Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a certain stream that all of us
would like to swim
where we are like children
following no other person's command

it is not a stream of water
that makes us wet and shiver
and make us think about some
kind of thirsts and satiation

it is something that we must not
cross lest we find ourselves in another
world and leave everyone
everything as they are and we
do not want it

we are scared we hesitate
to throw our feet in there
but then there is no choice
the nights, the lonely nights
take us all there

this is the stream of consciousness
that we all have
we think and love and speak in silence
in the light of our hearts

we travel inward, we hope we
truly become ourselves
invented, reinvented over and over again
to see our real faces

we simply float in there
we flow and we can never stop
gladly beyond as he calls it.