To Become A Part In The Harmony Of The Whole Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes you feel
that you are a driftwood
arriving at a river
with no one
living there

you stay for a while
curious
like a bird resting upon
a twig
upon a long migratory
journey
towards a warmer place
of this earth

then you have to go again
drifting
because you have no choice
but to drift
hoping that someday
when this flooding is over
you shall find
someone who will make
something out of you

a furniture, or a decorative
piece of art
in the interior of a
beautiful house
where children shall ask their mama
what kind of art
are you?

you like to answer
i am an abandoned driftwood
once i was a part of the great designs
of trees in the forest
but i was cut off
and left out
to rot

now someone gave me
significance
a motif, a purpose
a piece of an
artwork

and then you like it there
you are the center of this
theme

art and love, a part of a whole,
a mess fabricated into
a harmony of a family in
a house

someone plays a violin
and then you begin to listen