“Where do I go now? ” he asks the young man
He says ask me young man
Not what places I have gone to
Ask me what place have i
Not gone.
Antarctica.
Now, I have no other place to
Go
Except inside myself,
There is no jet
No cruise
Not even a raft
Inside me, and this will be
Young man
The hardest travel that
I must take,
Alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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