Crossing Boundaries Poem by RIC BASTASA

in fear and
suspicion i ask you to hold my hands
to slide your fingers unto
mine,

what do i feel? i feel nothing
if i scream
i hear nothing and you hear nothing

with all sadness
i have changed i have crossed boundaries

i have wings
and i flap and i toss myself like a stone to the sky
light as a thought
blithe as
a memory of my childhood

i am not myself
anymore
and you shall not know
me

a thin slice of time
a sharp cut of the moment
separates us

i shall not remember you
for i have changed

and you shall not have any figment of my
feel
for you have changed

two worlds apart
beyond sadness crossing the boundary
of remembering

i have no hands, my fingers
are empty rivers
there are no stones no banks.