Making Connections

Tendrils grappling in air
Making connections be
It the wind or something else
Out there

Just to hold on to what when

Thin green sword-like palm
Hawaiian leaves stretching to the
Blue skies and sun
Making connections to whatever
Is who knows what slices thin some
Spaces in between light and dark

Some shadows playing like small
Children in the night park playground

Anything to touch life
Yawning to what-is if-this-could-happen
Then what?

Powered Rockets bulleting to space stabbing
& Lots of jet nozzles buzzing to
Vast dark silence clean cutting lines
Colored smoke curving with light

Making connections to planetary skies
Moon, Venus, Jupiter

On to Pluto to Zeus what if
One baby-finger touching fine fish
Fins swimming in ocean-space out-there

Making connections in between haze & fog
What if it is there that which lies next to this
Next to us from far and they can be then near

We are all tendrils rockets baby fingers space ocean fish fins
Making connections this empty hands loosened fingers
Dripping sands and spilling fine touches to wind chimes

Pointing stretching making fingers in between
A short distance making always always

Connections to what if what if I am there too.
Chances are, you chase and find them, footprints

They were once, and they all left, just seconds away.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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