The Pulse Of Life Is Jumping Poem by RIC BASTASA

the pulse of life
keeps on jumping inside our veins
unless you cut it off
like a telephone line
that connects you
to that loved one

your own way of continuing
to the sand bar
is a way of putting light to
what you are

migrating birds from siberia
land in philippine sanctuary
for purposes of survival from
the harsh winter there

when we move somewhere else
do not think that we are taking
our vacation

we carry only the most important
things with us
even the most important sometimes is
left because it is too heavy

do not think that it is all for pleasure
there is more to that
there is even more for survival
there is this search for meaning
the hows and the whys keep
muddling

things merely happen
despite the planning
purposely at first but goes
berserk at any time of
its choosing

the pulse of life keeps on jumping
in all our veins
as we watch our wrists
keeping track of every blood
encased and kept within the
perimeters of the homes of our
minds....