On Going And Coming Poem by RIC BASTASA

It is a creation of
big difference when you leave
a house
and someone closes the door
and then you
gather the purposes from
the strangers that you
see
in those places where
you are most
alone
like you are gathering
different kinds of leaves
nothing but leaves
this time
and then when you come back
home
inside the plane that carries
you offering you
nothing but
the cumulus along the
skylines
you find finally someone
who is also waiting for
your arrival

the same person that closes
the door
is the same person who opens
it for you again

and then you turn off the light
upon a beautiful evening