M4... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not at all about sadness
leaving is not sorrow
parting may be but it is on the other
hand
sweeter if only we understand some more
about the beauty and
freshness of
other places of the
heart

swell

there is this reddish part of meeting new
faces and
shaking new hands
exchanging
(glances) places and trekking
new terrains

thinking about clouds and
cliffs
the excitement of falling into the
eternal abyss
of that infinite emptiness

where is the floor?

in this bottomless ponder
where is the end?

if you only know we are in the middle
of this

up there there is nothing to hold
down there there is nothing to hug

here, there is only my hand
it is not a place but it will take you there

have you tasted the purity of
honey?

it is sweet but there is no sugar in it
it sticks.