I Am Happy Now... Poem by RIC BASTASA

this of course
is not simple. The moment

you start dipping your
finger to eat you do not

notice that your finger
is being licked and finally

eaten, but the magic is
there, an illusion, you take

back you hand, still warm and
gentle, like a moss to that

swamp. What i am saying is
what you love takes your

time away, like a train that
consumes the road towards the

place where you love calls you
giving you a landmark of cherry

blossoms.In time you discover
sleep and when you wake up

the world had already left and
there you are

alone, filled with another innocence,
and full of wonder.

it is not always that you are
alone and sad. This time you

write a letter to your
dead mother saying that

dear mom, i think i
understand.I am happy now.