Indifference Is Another Matter. It Shall Exist For The Meantime. Poem by RIC BASTASA

if by chance
you read this
if by chance
you see me
alone
please understand
my choice.
it is not
just for a day
that i learned
how to be
alone.

it is rivers,
and mountains.
it is sky and
blueness.
it is a night
full of stars.
it is an open
field of grass
and softness
in me.

i do not carry
a baggage.
anger is nowhere.
hate is buried
underneath the
soil.

indifference is
another matter.
it shall exist
for the meantime.