My Roots Are Joys And The Winds Dance With Me. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am afraid
i have to cut this
matter
shortly

this cut is sudden
and i advise you to
really prepare

hold your head
or your hand
be conscious of your
feet

i cut paper in bits
and throw them into
the air

do not bother
picking
the wind is their
comfort
anyway

i cut love and
i cut it clearly
and surely

i do not bother
about pain
i am not its mother
anyway

let the pain fly away
they had always been birds
and we are not
their worms
somehow

and then i forget
you
you are never mine
and i am never
yours

my feet are joys
and the winds dance with me.