The Finder Of The Exit Poem by RIC BASTASA

AROUND us are WALLS,
ALWAYS walls,
all walls, and up our longings
are our longings
like a sky up there
all sky, pure blue sky

we are never birds
by design
we are the geckos on walls
we always sound
echoes, lots of echoes that
return to us
from these walls around us

we are an island surrounded by water
down there
down here
there must be an exit

we must dive and be not afraid to drown
because we are never birds by design

there must be a cave where these waters
get inside us

we dive, dive deeper into our oceans of doubt
there is an exit

i know, now, where. Follow me.