this is my place, insignificant, small, <br />fleeting even, like a soft breath coming out of my mouth when <br />i utter the word <br />you and <br />i, but you are still confused unable to understand each letter <br />like chopped string beans so disconnected <br />from each piece <br />i understand myself now as intimately as my nose <br />to my lips to smell and sound touching each other <br />this moment, <br />i still say convinced as i am like how the window pane <br />agrees to entertain a morning chill and then <br />the light coming, <br />i still say, i like it here, the view from here, <br />green mountains hairy with forest trees <br />rivers running like children in the parks <br />clouds drifting like butterflies all in the hues of pastel blue <br />and some scratches of white and gray, <br />i like the sea here <br />friendly salt to my tears, i like the gardens here, <br />so alive with flowers and bees and blades of grass, <br />i like it here <br />and i have no plans ever to leave even with you telling me that you love <br />me till the end of days and nights, <br />you are lying and there is no sense dying <br />in the beds of your dreams so far away like <br />a mythical kingdom.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-like-it-here/
