Your Right To Choose.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

a poem is just a poem
it can also be just another
number,
you can choose a letter to
start it with
a vowel perhaps so you can
make a legible sound so that
you can be heard at once
like a cat on heat,
or you can choose a consonant
which can be more poetic
with its moan,
or simply a slur of a roof
where rust begins to
conquer the surfaces of
the house's soul,
or you can choose a number
which you
just did, in fact, some numbers
too draw some meanings,
a choice to create a form
in our mind,
a body of a woman another
body of an old woman,
we can choose depth or
settle upon the shallowness of
a surface,
whichever makes us
comfortable, for in truth,
i have this theory in mind,
we indulge
because we simply want
to be comfortable,
it is like getting a chair
and then you sit there.
if someone comes along
and pulls another chair,
it will be merrier,
and then we choose again,
to talk or just be silent.