The Morning Chill.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it would have been
a nice, easy walk, in the park,
or in the mountain trails,
or on the shore,
or just along the countryside
pathways, leading to a river,
crossing it, and taking the
walk on deserted lands,
it would have been more healthful
with sweat coming out
taking away the toxins from this
sedentary lifestyle,
but here you are facing the
screen, pressing the keys,
into a more pondering state,
deep thoughts, winding and rewinding
some tapes of regrets and
disappointments that most of your
friends do not know or if they
know, they won't bother, for this is
what it is about, living your life as
they also live theirs, taking
your burdens with you as they
also lift theirs,
for in the actual state of affairs
we only have to care about
ourselves, learning how to live
how to survive, how to project
that image of happiness hoping
to help them too.

the convolutions of thoughts
in the brain, going somewhere,
far away, returning still at
the break of morning,
steady on a chair.