No One Comes Back To Tell His Story...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you know
there are many ways
of marking a
journey,

one stops to mark
where one stopped
with a stone hoping
that it wouldn't move
or change,

i know of one who marks
a boundary with
a fruit tree wishing
that if another one
passes he
will gather fruits to
quench a hunger,

what have i done with
this journey?
i mark it with a sigh
no attachments
no markings visible to
the next follower.


there is no need to
guide another traveler.
nature teaches all.
it is the same nature
that marks itself.
whatever that be.


when we reach there,
we know that. No one comes
back and tells
his story....