Back Home Then.......

Poem By RIC BASTASA

the plane
touches down
smoothly

a few seconds
i look at the river
winding
in murk

the nipa palms
have water
on their necks

too much water here
back home

it stresses
my mind

sometimes i think
this world will end
with so much water

that we all drown to death
that waves as big as mountains
come to claim
our lives

i am back home then
whatever happens
it does not matter anymore

i will say it to myself
we all die anyway

what time
and how

it does not really matter
i am back home
and we are still on

missing each other's
arms.

Comments about Back Home Then.......

Indeed the manner doesn't matter as long as you are where you want to be.


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