Like A River In The Sky
today at its wit's end
can be a chair
under an umbrella
beside a huge tree
in the house
today can be an orderly
thought
sitting down
troubles
letting things once
turbulent simmer
slowly
seeping under your
skin
i put my feet on the
center table
my hands on my navel
i gaze
to all that my eyes
can hold
around me
nothing in particular
i just flow to the air
like a river
in the sky
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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