A Tribute For Nothing At All Poem by RIC BASTASA

she says i am always running away
she asks the same question about what is really the matter?

is there a problem? she asks herself such a very easy question but
which of course has remain unanswered

perhaps because she knows the answer but decides not to tell me
or perhaps i know that she knows but i prefer to have it posed in the
most beautiful face of silence

a blank canvass is itself so beautiful that sometimes the painter
upon contemplation for days decides not to put any color

because it seems to say more than what it is
and to say it flatly like the truth that it is

why i am running away? i change it to, why i am enjoying this fun of having to run away

from nothing actually
because to run away is, after all, the nature of man

obviously, the very reason why feet are put
why these feet have flexible and strong cartilages
stoic bones,
thick skin underneath to the envy of the lips
friends of rock and sands and very long trails

perhaps there are no need for reasons to explain the joys
of having to run away

from nothing at all, yes, from nothing at all
because no one is chasing you

because the shadow is always there faithful to every running away
against the sun and moon
under their guidance putting the maps of the earth

uncertain
true, exciting, endless
eternal search

for nothing at all