The Well Sought Happy Ending
that i was once
a flagellum,
beside a paramecium
that in one flick of the finger of time
i have risen to be a tuber,
and with some little rains, i have grown
a tail, lost into a fish,
evolved into a turtle
and on a fast ambition with
the passages of more summers
i accepted the gift of wings
then feet and hands
and then in one glimpse of
the cold seasons, four or five,
i found myself in bed
as a man reading the morning papers
but i do not remember all these now
as i stand before another door
ready to enter another room
i hear a voice of someone that i
think i was with a long time ago
and for which
we shall be together again
in a new place
handing me a book for me to
read at the first hour
of another morning
beside a stranger who shall
tell me that love is actually
and still is, everywhere
and that until i feel it and
touch it and sleep with it and
live with it, then there will
be no more doors,
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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