Frightened..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you surely forget
the door where you entered
to be here with us
we too have forgotten
we were born to forget such
entrance or if we remember
the door is gone, and the
entrance is just another
dusty door, old and fragile,
crumbling to our touch even
to our breaths,

we move forward, after this
short talk, finished with all
these conventions, tired with
the rules, those that we know
too well which we have evaded,
and we laugh, we drink, we
dance, and we stop and sit around
a circle at the center of fire.

someone says the door is in the
sky, and we need some wings to fly.
but i believe what the old are teaching.
the door is here, i point to my heart.
it opens only, when we finally die.

meanwhile, the fire stops. the
air gets too much colder.
we bury ourselves under those
leaves. Beneath the sky we dream
of a door, ourselves, thin and tall,
entering there, frightened.