Almost Wanting Nothing Anymore Poem by RIC BASTASA

in the morning
is a new world handed
on a golden plate
to those
who are redeemed
by dreams

over ricefields
the sun shines like baby
fingers
holding on to mother's
breasts
with silent eyes content
on the milk

birds fly in the skies
hovering on trees
feeding on
fledglings


this hometown
is what we all miss
away now from
those overcrowded
cities

green grass always
gives us the feelings of
home

scents of pines
more satisfying than
any perfume

we are in contact with
our inner core
almost wanting nothing
anymore