What Must Represent You Poem by RIC BASTASA

a stone for the protection
against the wind and sun,
numbness is not what you asked for
but it has always been there
and you get used
to what you are, just being there
and not being a witness to anything
anymore,

you could have stopped right there,
but beside you
is this seed, tomorrow a sprout
a leaf,

you begin to open the orifice of light
seeing clouds,
and then feeling a little rain,
the flood and then the dryness

you know the river
that runs back to regain time

the stone, the river, the bud
this time