When You Exhort On A Certain Reality Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is this early morning
when you begin to recall what you

want to say last night
it was something horrible so you

decided after all
to keep it within yourself as

another secret
but then like a smoke from the chimney

some things simply escape
from their form and shape and show

themselves to the open skies
this very early morning you write

what you refuse to say
and then things reshape themselves in automation

like clouds and then they drift away
floating and there

you let them go
you let them be themselves

and here you are unattached
like a button removed from its cloth.