Don'T Mind, You Will Not Understand Anyway... Poem by RIC BASTASA

WATCHING this one
alone, for how can i ever
share this
private moment with
myself,
makes my heart beat
like a nose flute
singing
my blood boils like
a rice wine fresh from
the coconut tree
gathered by
the expert hands of
the native,
there is extreme happiness
in this alone-ness
that four hours i watch and
speak nothing
it is only i
who understands what is this
and why
the hours pass like
people in the mall
i stand and wait
and watch and
savor what i am seeing
my eyes do not tire
my hands press for more
waiting for the arrow
and the red line
boldly running from my
fingertips

what i love
can never make me exhausted
what i long for
makes me live some more
i worship
the none worshiper
i know someone
that i love that does not know me
and will never
be interested in me

a long time ago
i write about this
and this time
after all those years
i watch and write
the same
theme

not all of you
will be interested
some of you already
passed away
and perhaps in the
other world
finally understands
speaking now
only to my dreams of
the murky river
where all the fish
are grasping
for breaths

there is no sun here
air is less
but with what i see
daily
i am more
inspired to live