And Ants........ Poem by RIC BASTASA

the quest for nothing is almost over.
the use of words as ships of your journey.
the probing mind of the wind to all the alleys.
what have you become instead? winds for all directions.
boats of illusions. words have become your master and
you are their slaves, until you wake up from this
long night sleep. Time brings you back
to the land of your birth.
There are no words here.
There are birds everywhere.
And ants.