In A Certain Place

his feet took off
to a place where ought not he
the rain makes the water rose
and he wet his socks and shoes
and a neighbor sees him there
puzzled what is he up to
why? this is not the place
for him
why is he here
alone?
his hands hold nothing now
for alone he is free
at last
beholden to no one
not even love
or plain gratitude
not so
with compassion
for now when is finally lost
he becomes strong
happier with
the murk of the water

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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