Being Scattered And So Complete. Poem by RIC BASTASA

everything did not
matter to me at the end

what end was that
the stranger asks?

i did not bother i have
nothing to be bothered about

one eyed-unicorn
clouds had no legs ever once
paradise is just
a state of the mind
of the survivor

it is when we are alone
when we sing the most
when we whistle without
ceasing

it is when the windows are
closed when a home becomes
more comfortable

what was obvious had been
with us but we never saw it
what was important
had been roaming in the backyard
which the dogs played with

now, what have i really felt?
being scattered and so complete.