you go places <br />riding on a bus <br />transferring to a boat <br />sitting for a moment <br />on a port <br />seeing people disembarking <br />on a plank of wood <br />outside a launch <br />you see children lifted by their fathers <br />mothers with umbrella <br />sunny days <br />a line of green trees along the <br />seemingly endless road <br />more days to <br />circumnavigate an island <br />of white sands <br />night when you are alone with <br />everyone <br />staying for a while <br />checking their bags and <br />clothes <br />days are going fast <br />passing you by <br />on wish not to hold on any hour <br />you flow <br />like a river, yes always like a river <br />not a part of you wishing a clog <br />a barrier <br />you are like a rubber stretched <br />nothing snaps<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tripping-5/
