Challenging The Rules Of The Game... Poem by RIC BASTASA

birds fly away from us
because we had always been in
different, some wings are clipped
from the cables of those
bridges,
the cold waters, even,
slip from the emptiness of our fingers,
between us,
some departures are numb
they will be chanting all the possible excuses
those who are left wave their hands
pretending
that they understand the meaning of boats leaving
i stop thinking
i discover that there is no use for the arrangement of
the furniture in the living room
where our bones clutter
when i enter a room
i ignore the door
i am bothered about my constancy for other journeys
i have been looking for apertures
where a part of me must have been hiding
feeling always
incomplete
i arrive at the conclusions like train stations
only to embark
rush, go down the floor, touching the railings
waiting
to cross another busy road
not on
pedestrian lanes....