I Like It Here - Poem by RIC BASTASA

this is my place, insignificant, small,
fleeting even, like a soft breath coming out of my mouth when
i utter the word
you and
i, but you are still confused unable to understand each letter
like chopped string beans so disconnected
from each piece
i understand myself now as intimately as my nose
to my lips to smell and sound touching each other
this moment,
i still say convinced as i am like how the window pane
agrees to entertain a morning chill and then
the light coming,
i still say, i like it here, the view from here,
green mountains hairy with forest trees
rivers running like children in the parks
clouds drifting like butterflies all in the hues of pastel blue
and some scratches of white and gray,
i like the sea here
friendly salt to my tears, i like the gardens here,
so alive with flowers and bees and blades of grass,
i like it here
and i have no plans ever to leave even with you telling me that you love
me till the end of days and nights,
you are lying and there is no sense dying
in the beds of your dreams so far away like
a mythical kingdom.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 14, 2008

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