The Morning After................. Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night
when it began
and ended
there was no
word
either to serve
as lock
or can opener

it is all substance
meat and
sauce
nothing about a slice
of assurance
or emotion or perhaps
it was all
dark emotions lacking
the light

when the morning
comes
i am resurrected
and i told you to
begin again
by frying an egg
toasting bread
and brew the coffee.


at breakfast time
there is nothing that
we can talk about
neither meat nor sauce.

i told you to go
back to work and quit
trying to find
some words.

for they cannot heal
and cannot give
birth for what is
thought of as
conceivable.