We Know Where We Are Going, But..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we know where to go
but there is a ripe plum
here and we are still
on the picking,

the place can wait,

we really know where to go
but there is a crystal clear pool
and we are bathing
and that place that we know
can still wait

we know where to go and we note
what time is it and so here we are
still getting to know the women
in this village and we are taking
them fora drink or walk,

that place can wait.