One Thing With You Poem by RIC BASTASA

one thing with you
is this belief that i am nothing but just the idea
that i have been feeding you.

is it really only about sex?
i like it to be that way, but it is not really

i am a leaf feeling my way all through the air
floating like a feather from a restless bird high on air
scratching its side and then
letting go

i am a leaf falling
enjoying my trip down to the bottom of the earth
looking for a landing field,
a green green patch of grass

i like the dews early morning
i like the trees where the fingers of the morning sun are piercing
like a miracle

there is one thing with you
you do not believe in what i believe in

what is it? let things be themselves as they open.
do not think. just watch.