Two Travels Poem by RIC BASTASA

i've gone to more places
hazy ones like shadows still not fully boldly outlined
by those dark lines pitted against the outbursts of lights

from these half-opened windows
while simply sitting down
flat on the floor
looking for nothing

the trips on those long hours of jetting in the air
and trekking on those cobbled streets of kota bahru
and the scalding heat of the sun
on Poring

still imagining the winds on the canopy walks of kinabalu park
on top of trees
and just as when my feet lands on
those untrodden trails

i feel short of those unsatisfied longings
still hungry for breath
still thirsty for something beyond water

now that i am home
the travel is deeper inside
beyond what my heart
can beat

perhaps what i have been searching is just here
beneath my feet.