Some Sky Some Stones Some Birds Some Worms. Poem by RIC BASTASA

sometimes
i know that you do not like poetry
like the way you detest
drama

i know that you pretend you like poetry
since i sided with you
when we talk we converge
at the junction of our
likings

you know that i too hold on to poetry
like a rope on that mountainside
when we reach the top of that
three thousand steps

don't bother
i like the way you do not like it
it makes me feel
that some people too are odd
that they are not like me
and that makes a nice tapestry
of blue and black
white and yellow
red and green

like a basket of ball
peppers
of mangoes and guavas

like the way how nature presents itself to us
some sky some stones
some birds some worms.