The Last Worm Of Its Life... Poem by RIC BASTASA

one can always feel
the shallowness of this
situation
writing much
and feeling so little/

as though
nothing is significant
in any word
or sound
this numbness that
makes you feel silly/

this level of
discontent that

lands us to a plateau
when we are looking
for hills

when we feel the
emptiness of our backs
when we
dream of wings

then we get attuned
like a guitar with only
one string left

at first we feel the
fury
but then
we are left without
any option

but to make this music
with only one string left
feeling proud
to the solitude
of one note
hanging in the air
with the same confidence
as a one winged
bird
pecking on the ground
for the last worm
of its life