Towards Home... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it can be beautiful along the way
riding a bus in the countryside going back home.

flashes of ricefields, and shorelines, on one side and
on the other, then some forest trees and flock of birds
migrating to the other country,

on some bus stops, you buy delicacies and hear
another language of commerce
feel the pulses of humanity

you sit there in silence not talking to the man beside you
just gazing as the bus begins to move faster

towards home....