Closed Like A Sea Urchin Poem by RIC BASTASA

...and then i notice that i have forgotten
those houses on stilts,
the world of water,
and those children that amaze me
since they run on those planks of wood
with spaces wider than their feet
and that idea that they may fall is still on my mind
that anticipation of death
and the mourning that
follows every
thrill,

i have become more of
an individual who has thrived on the power
of my own freedom
and who has become merely a set of eyes gazing
on the world without my head
my ears becoming annexes
to a book
my mouth a piece of round
cotton that they
put on the mouths of the
dead

where did i bury my hands and
when did i exchange my feet for some
gossamer wings
of a dragonfly?

the deep well is telling me that
i have become like its hole
keeping an echo and reverberating same sounds
of emptiness
each day

i see only an aliquot
sky.
At night i keep saying that there is only one star
a scar of
light
It is sad but it is enough for me.
I have discarded the need for some more
and i keep telling
'who cares i do not need any'.

i am whole now.Closed like
a sea
urchin