Above The Cliffs, The Clouds Are Silent. Poem by RIC BASTASA

too tired i must have slept by the window of the car.
it passed a bridge

i looked down and found
an abyss where i fell and
spill out my essence.

i have a pair of hands like you
it carries some flowers and seeds
and i let all of them go

i cut off a pair of wings
in my mind and i let the body retreat
to its vulnerabilities of
static pains

i must have dreamed that long when the car arrives in the house.

same dogs are excited about my arrival.
same wagging tails.

there is this perfect timing of opening the garage door
where the car slides without a space of doubt when it says
it has found a home.

too tired yet how can i forget?
how can i not cry if ever i decide to throw all these things away

just like that
just like that

where is the difference between feeling and numbness?
where is this bridge between a you and me?

i cannot find the way where your heart is nestled.
above the cliffs, the clouds are silent.