I Am Not A Tree That Cannot Move.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

as soon as the storm leaves
what we have here are trees without leaves

houses disassembled
how doors are taken away from their jams
windows without a perspective
stairs like teeth removed from its gums

you tell me that the trees without leaves
are hands in prayer

disassembled houses as broken selves wanting
repair
pieces to be taken back into a logical placement

i am tired of this landscape and so i leave
giving myself more chances of meeting those still
not broken, those trees whose leaves are not shaken
off from their twigs

the world is too huge and i am not a tree
that cannot move.