The Flitting Things - Poem by RIC BASTASA

be reminded again
on the fluidity of our affairs
look at my body
this is a boat carrying
my spirit
to the other side of
this island

this earth is another
that our hands have taken
on a fickle play

what is this place?
we kneel
most of the times to
feel nothing
but sand and hear nothing
but the songs of
the worms

what is this mind?
it is a temple for words
where sometimes
all prayers are

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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