By The Windows Of My Longings. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i passed austria
going to germany and
all i saw there
along the road
are postcards of
those places that
i thought i only
dreamed of.

alone in my seat
i was thinking of all
that happened

i wanted to run away
and there i was
always riding the bus
unsure of where to
finally end the trip
and then be back home

what do i have there?
i keep on asking myself
as the bus moved so fast
from one european city
to another

i sighed and i heaved
and i wandered and then
i finally had
the sleep that i needed.

i dreamt of snow and
woke up wandering coldly
by the windows of my
longings.