I Am Fortified By Constant Practice.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i
am fortified
by constant practice

i
am feeling at home
with my own
self-imposed
loneliness, it is changing its form

into a dignified shape of a young man
enjoying his stroll along the bank of this old river

the trees are tall touching the morning sun
lush of leaves, cool winds,
daft of fog
hanging upon my hair,

i am
contented
with my own thoughts

birds winging their way out into the open space
diving into the face of the ocean

an ocean of compassion
drops of my chosen existence

into the anonymity of
my given
universe....