Life, It Isn’t Poem by RIC BASTASA

true life is not in the body
for it is the one that you can touch
it is a wrinkle
multiplying upon itself

true life is in the breath that you take in
inside your lungs
you fill the fullness in your heart
it is the soul that flies away
with a song
a bird that has finally mastered the
use of its own wings

there are no boundaries for its proper place
all space
no weight
not matter anymore

it is the sound that finally leaves the
cage of the mouth