Watch A Stretch Of Plains Wrapped So Well With Grass. Poem by RIC BASTASA

there are so many
ways to be me..
as a prism i evoke
a rainbow of
colors....

there are so many to
be us,
so many, and i cannot
take that much....

you left, you came again,
you stay for a while, and
before i wake up you
are no longer there, ...


i have no prison for you.
i have no garden too.
all the parts of the house
are doors, and so many
doors.

i keep the light at the
back door open.
you switch it off when
you come back.

i do not watch tv anymore.
i take walks for my sanity.
i touch barks of trees for
the healing of my soul.

under the tree, i sit and
watch a stretch of plains
wrapped so well with grass.