A Hope In Being Lost Poem by RIC BASTASA

i love being
lost

it is another
adventure
of my lifetime

to be lost
is a plan
it is a kind of
desire
like summer

it is a place
where you have
never been
you plunge
upon a darkness
upon a depth
into something
narrow
and uncertain

it is not a
kind of road that
is clean
and smooth and
unending

and free from
the mess of the
forest
and its trees

tall grasses
compete there
snake pits
are abounding
venomous bites
are impending
possibilities

moss and lichens
crowd upon a tree
trunk
lizards and
wild butterflies
and frogs
are cautious
upon each others'
preying
the seconds
are some kind of
twist and turns
of their lifetimes

deadly bees and
exciting canopies
create the
combination of
fright and frills
and instant
kills

being lost is
an excitement
i feel this
despite the
tension

you do not know
where to find
yourself
there is no map
yet
created in this
personal
situation

you cannot name
a place
you cannot simply
write an address
or email a
pic to someone
else
on the net

you become a new
man yourself
renewed to all these
anxieties
you may be killed
in the process
and that will be
so unfortunate
for one who has only
one life to live

it will take time
to adjust
sleeping under
the moon
the trees at
night
and listening to
all these
sounds of horror
and animal calls of
survival

you hope
and this is the
real cue

to find someone
new
like you
someone who can
give you
another exciting
beginning....