Into Another Nowhere.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night i was alone in my room
feeling strange about a bed that has gotten big for my size

this is an attempt to be just one whole me
drifting dreamily along with the pillow in my arms

it is a readiness for something big which this mind honestly conceives
no one dies here but soon every butterfly is free

every bee makes a sting and every flower blooms
the road gets longer and wider and a new song shall be sung

as i drive along in summer time into another nowhere.