How Can I Tell You? Poem by RIC BASTASA

in truth i like to hear
all your laughter.
who does not want to be happy
like all the rest
of the living?
Time is a strainer.
It is separating what is important
and necessary.
Now, i have found that i do not
need laughter.
It has not served its purpose.
So many have laughed and died
just the same.
There is more perhaps to all
these escape goats.

what i need is a green grass.
blue clouds, wide oceans.
a cow beside, a flying bird above.

i need no one now and i am happier.
i do not need your laughter.
I do not need you even then.

And so i am on my own now.
In my silence and curiosities.
What is there? What is beyond me?

This place is nothing.
There is something over there.
How can i tell you?