Lost And Going.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to think of you and you alone
i am bound
and i am feeling so down
feet stuck to the ground

i must learn the art of detachment
i am free
i disregard home
i travel alone
i am searching for what i have not found

i have nothing
no one holds my hands
my pocket keeps them
inside warm

i please myself with the wonders of
the trees
the space that grass occupies
the heights of mountains
the rush in the waterfalls

there is this river
that flows and flows and flows
untiring

i am bare as clear morning sky
birds do not live there
i want the way they fly away
telling no one where to

sometimes we let go
our hands sail our feet kept like rudders
folded

i am this air
bound for nowhere.