A Tryst Of The Past Poem by RIC BASTASA

what i have been
telling you
here is actually
different from what
i am seeing,

i just can't tell what
it is
that makes me
happy for now

when i tell you
that trees are growing
on rows along
a country road
where the skies are
blue and the sun
is warm
where dusts follow
a truck
where birds fly
towards the lake
to feed on fish

perhaps i am
hallucinating on
what is not there

i am having the
arms of someone
that you
have not met even
once

in a secret garden