RIC S. BASTASA
Eating Words For Breakfast - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
Some things are better seen on the left side
of course some like it at the right side equating it with the right place
propriety, that sense that we must exist in harmony
like leaves on the wind, wings of birds on its side
trees growing up
heliotrope realities and accepted codes of conduct
that serve as pillars of
a wholesome existence
most of the things survive, and this i have seen,
when they are at the middle
we all know, we have done that, we have always longed
and craved for that center
man, woman, could they be the center of this universe?
God is the accepted one and that He cares
central to our meanings, perhaps, love and sacrifice,
or perhaps by merely saying that i am here because here is here
did he not climb Mt. Everest for no other reason 'because it is there'?
you must have noticed how i mumble today, how i have been eating words
how last night's madness have thrown me into a waking island
fireflies on trees, lighthouses in my temple, boats sailing in the oceans without compasses and maps
well, it is just like that. We begin to love now this ability of
not having to really know, this talent of not having to understand fully
because we cannot explain and because we do not want to anymore.
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