A Poem For Impermanence...

even the stones in your
garden
we do not know really
shifted places

do they know how to travel?
we ask

even the sands have learned
the flight of birds
on invisible wings of our
very own minds

we do not ask since then
all these
manifestations of impermanence
the flitting moments
those invincible phantoms of the hours

i am convinced,
me for instance

where am i now? i still ask
the same question
to the moon which had long gone into
the corner
of dawn....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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