So Many Tiny Things.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

is it really
that hard to look
at things with
our own eyes?

let me see what
i am seeing
do not interfere
do not block my
view

let me be honest
for a while
and act the way
i see all these

it is time we part
ways
you are on your own
now

i may have slept or
i may have become blind
i may have been the
one who had used your
eyes for quite a time

i end this tale of fear
this movie of horror
this tragedy of errors.

to begin to trust no other
except my own self
from here to solitude to
freedom

i am seeing birds winging
their way towards the other
side of our worlds.

i am lifted and felt the
floating of the clouds
i am seeing tiny things from
here, oh,
so many of them now beyond
my touch.