Reminiscences.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

to descend the
stairs
gently, to go down
silently

life, sundown,
fading

to ascend the stairs
fulfilled
to open a door
to sit by the window
waiting

you remember that
instance when you as
the young boy
jumping over the fence
to explore
the other side of the
house

transcendence
perhaps you can reminisce

how you flies the kite
how strong the wind
how cold and yet
how happy the sounds
of laughter
of your youth