Something Is Spontaneous Within Poem by RIC BASTASA

what i know
and really know is that there is something inside us that
asks to be written
it would have been better
spoken
to someone intimate
or even to someone that we chance to
meet in the park
in the mall
or even in the hospital where we are
waiting for the results of our
blood chemistry results
or even in the pre-departure area of the
plane where we are waiting
for the flight to take us away somewhere
because either we want to forget
or to create a certain distance to distract us
from the narrowness of
our paths which seems to choke us
and even kill us,

there are tiny blue birds inside our throats
and they are singing
there are heavy clouds in our hearts
and they will explode soon
as typhoon
if you do not know how to rain
gently

this is the right place
just be yourself and travel farther
to know it more
to grasp
and be open and no longer be
damned
in the damaging
cancer of
self-doubt, self-pity
and the underestimation of
who we really
are

in places near death
i know it, i can be everything
i can be everybody

and who really is this one?
he is the one that does not mind
the world anymore.