A World Revolving Around Your Hands..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

one day
a moment arrives
sounding like a
total stranger

it is ready with
a back pack
for you

that moment tells you
this is not your world

look at the bruises in
your face
the wounds on your feet
that do not heal
the falling hair
stinking odor of the
fluids from your ear

then it will tell you
what to do

that there is a process
of release
which will be painful
but only for a while

you ask
what is the payment?
at whose expense?
the consequences and risks

that moment turns its face
away
humiliated about your
questions

it is bizarre
but many have succumbed
and fallen
to the trap of the moment

you said at the last moment
thank you
it is uncertain
and it is not worth it

when that moment leaves
you affirm a world
it is still revolving around
your hands.