Living Alone Wisely.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

well i have learned
to live alone
to depend upon myself
and to rely
on no one
else

it takes time,
much time
upon those ember skies
up and below me
it was as though i was
fully laundered
by
grief

sorrow is sonorous
soon it becomes
monotonous
until such time that
it becomes so natural
and so ordinary that
it does not affect
us anymore

and then we live
well in the
numbness of our hands
our feet on those fires
and wide eyed coals
walking smoothly
without much
fanfare

well, we learned
to junk
drama
the curtains fall
the theater doors
close by
itself at dawn

we are here in this
park of life
merely sitting on one of
those benches
watching all those
who pass us by

we do not wave our hands
neitherthey
we do not greet each other
feeling too preoccupied
with our chosen
solitude