I Know How To Please Myself At Home.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

we were in shanghai
do you remember?
our flight back home
was still at 11 p.m.
yet we went to the airport
at 7 in the morning
we even did not eat
our paid breakfast at the hotel.
we missed home we wanted
to be back

now we are home
we have a garden
a nice house, a car,
a good library and a
balcony with a view
to the sea, and yet you
still want to go out and
find something which
i cannot understand
what it really is and so
i give you the freedom
to go out elsewhere as
i stay home watching a
movie, and then reading
a book and then finally
this poetry.