Meeting Kelly.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

slow breaths
teach me about my life
how to live it
for another year

i wish a happy life
with you
slow, careful, penetrating,
gathering me inside my
self,

a nest of feathers a warm
dwelling a steady tree top
of the hill

i breathe in i breathe out
to find God here,

did you not tell me that
all these things are just
made up?

for those who rake the money
for those who rob us
for whose and for whom?

exhale, inhale, there God is.
it is easy, easier than all those
dogma

all the statues fall and crumble,
and we will all be alone, alone,

tossed from one stormy sea to
another, without sails, and paddles,
without those machines,
and compass,

it is reality, this is reality,
we all must be attuned to this
channel, this station,
this calamity

this is the meaning of a purpose
the meat of our humanity

i breathe you you breathe me
we are inside each other now
all lungs and mouths

into the sea, into the storm
after all, what is fun without it?