The Paradise That Was There Which Our Blindness Had Not Seen Poem by RIC BASTASA

here we are
we dream of this journey
we conceive
a destination of

paradise which is
not here.

we cut the bridge
back home
we burned our houses
in that old place

now we construct
our own houses of
more dreams

create another path
that must eventually
lead towards us

we do not like it here
but we have no more options
because we were so
hardheaded
and stupid, because we did
not listen to

what truth lies in the
present state
the good it has given
the promises it fulfilled
the paradise that was
there which our blindness
had not seen.