Always Towards Home...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i've seen all the leaves
of that mahogany
fell to the ground leaving
nothing for the
twigs and the scaly trunk

heaps of leaves too blown
by the strong wind towards
the other side of this
earth

leaving so much emptiness
of the mountain feet and
the tracks of people leaving
and moving towards their
own choices of directions,

there is always a case of
choosing this and that, an ocean
of choices to a boat with sail
and rudder,

i've seen all the leaves fell
and felt the emptiness of the tree,
and the strength of the northern winds,
and coldness of the mountains
and the silence of the forests,

and i hold on to my thick coat
and move on towards a place which
i always call home.....