Each Poem, Each Memory, A Visit Poem by RIC BASTASA

you must realize
that each is written
not without a corresponding
memory,

each word is a landmark
each poem a house of a memory.

it is left here, as i take
into another travel.
the soul of a poem too moves
out from its body of words.

the soul of the hand that writes
also goes somewhere touching lives.

there is a reunion, when reading it
again, opens a window, shows another
stair, and somehow,
a guest arrives, glancing at the
structures, remembering, and
saying, "it is nice to be back"

the old woman of the house greets
you, " welcome back. I've been
waiting for you"

the loneliness in the garden
i awakened with flowers.
The rain softly arrives
blurring what was also gently
said.