The Incoming Moment.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the moment comes in forgetting,
love which hurt you
words which do not serve the purposes
of comfort
actions which degrade you,
a place of indifference is erased
completely like a landscape on
the board,
a boat arrives in your mind
or the plane from the northeastern wind,
you have a chair to sit upon
and a wide window overlooking the world beyond
there is so much space to savor
lots of air to breathe and trees on mountains
sounds of rain and then a clear blue sky,
the birds are coming and then the singing.