So Sorry For The Meantime.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

SO SORRY
birds of wordy feathers
you may fly on your own
now to discover your
own paradise or your own
parasites.

so sorry
flowers of rainbows
you may bloom and wilt on
your own,
I am busy with my own quest
for truth and
justice in this desert of
empty people
this haven of bones and dusts.

so sorry
for all these consonants
unspeaking but may still hush
like the wind
or utter nothing but growls
and gnarls.

so sorry, I am on my own too.
leafing through this glass world
of water and fish
and fields and fowls.