...The Little Boy Is Back At You Poem by RIC BASTASA

now you seek the silence
of the city
which you can no longer
find

the tiny room is a choker
and it does not look good
does not sound that good enough
for you

you have changed into a boy
seeking the arms of mother
in that old town by the sea
the silence of the birds nesting
laying the eggs for the next
generation

this is the season of longing
where you wake up at dawn trying
to listen
what time had hidden from you
because once you refused to know

the seasons are changing
people move from here to there
as the sun keeps drawing what is up
there and down here
the moon as usual still peeps by your
window

ah you must have remembered the little
boy
scolded by his mother
because till the night he was still
outside playing.