N1 Poem by RIC BASTASA

finally you find what
discarding means
they choose themselves
and talk the language they have
chosen
you do not walk your talk
you cling to the sound
of your heart
you follow the light within
you invent your own language now
like no parrot
happily you wade in your own
water
traverse your own territory
silently
you will find yourself
among the rocks
and pebbles
each unique
each undiagnosable
there is joy
in every color
hilarity in every
damnation