I Am, Just, ... Wondering... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am wondering if we survive the heat,
if the cold having been neglected, and its fading
of grays, remaining unexplained by the
roughness of those stones,
i am wondering what is this wandering all about,
moving from one mountain to another,
crossing another streams of
thoughts, jumping from one border to another
and marking the seas we left with the
strokes of our fingers
i am wondering what will become of us
stuffed, wooded, anesthetized
skeletal, deprived of our dreams of
skin, and fresh flesh,
i am wondering what becomes of these arms,
unable to hold you once again
like once when the fish inhabit the pond,
when the lotuses bloom and give the colors of
its hollowed flowers to the
moon
i am wondering if wonder still saves us
from this desert of
affections,
i ask a diminishing, i forgive nothingness,
i am scheming a plan for escape
a dignified departure, and you smile, not knowing
what goes really inside this tunnel
pretending still to have light at the end
when there is none
when nothingness is still full of its
uncommitted contents.