Vacuoles.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes you write
without thinking, whatever images come
you paste, you copy, you post,

it happens, and you let it be,
this stream of consciousness, this
letting go,

the stars in the skies are writing
us a poem,
the universe is singing a song, and

the earth keeps spinning memories, and
the days are warm and bright and lovely.

the rivers of love keep flowing under
our feet, and the oceans of understanding

goes beyond the borders of our soul.
it is the exhaustion of love that moves

us away from all these trivialities.
we engulf each other: vacuole to vacuole.