For Another Tomorrow... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes i wake up at dawn
with all my palpitations,

this fear of being alone at
the end
and meeting death all of a
sudden

sometimes i dream of going
and then not knowing the coming

i've been to places and not having
the knowing of where i have come from
and not returning back

to the place of my origin and i wake
up thanking that it was but another dream

of rivers that rise higher than the bridge
and no crossing the flood and staying put

for the waiting and waiting and waiting
for someone to help

and so i went there and night came and
i have nowhere to go, no house to sleep


no friend to talk to, and i let these go
and i stay, waiting and waiting until the waking.


the only comfort it seems is this staying
and closing of eyes, and then the waking

that this is just but a bad dream and
i face you again, hold your hand and then

i say, i am stillhome with you, and
i am ready for another tomorrow.