Waltz No.2 Poem by RIC BASTASA

i once told you
i am never attached
to a bed, to a rose,
or to a cloud

not even to the
place where i was born
not even
to the wall of the house
where i first
saida word

so, here, where i grow
and live
i never have to miss
anyone
i never have to cry
for the dead

on funerals i keep my
silence
i have no word for those
who once lived
a good life

you see, i have become
another wanderer
here now, then to nowhere
a state of my mind

so do not worry
i think of no one
i miss no one
and what you think is
never true to me.

under the trees
my soul rests
under the skies
my body roams

for i will always be a river
a fall
for i will always be for the
ocean
into the unknown.