Ask Me... Poem by RIC BASTASA

ask me if i spy
on you
or get jealous
or just being anxious
as to what happens
to you
after this moment

love stops to kindle
like fire
and fire is gone
and what lies there
are ashes
as the smoke faded
in the fog
love is cold as ice
and there is nothing that
warms our hands

ask me if i spy in you?
or be jealous about your affairs?

the answer is no.
i got fed up and i have already
a fire that i created
a while ago
and it gets burning and burning
against the cold night
and the assaulting winds
as i play with time like
an accordion in my arms

somehow as father taught me
i must have a life of my own
apart from everyone
away from the mob
away from the users and
evildoers
i must have a nook, a space,
a hill, and a tree that
must shade me
a wall and a roof
for me to soundly sleep
alone in meditation.