And What About Us Who Write Poems Every Minute Of The Day? Poem by RIC BASTASA

what words can we take pride in
these poems like our daily breaths
ordinary words we utter in ordinary
conversations we have
come breakfast come snack time
come lunch come dinner

the talks we have on the park
in the marketplaces of our ordinary days
unplanned, unscreened, unedited
ordinary words to ordinary occasions

an embarrassment, can these words be?
unscheming and devoid of meaning
the lines of the common places?
the dialogues of the fool and the unwise?

you do not have to mind
this is my journal, a record of nothing
but ramblings of my mind and there you are
carefully reading putting meaning where there was
really none

this poem of day to day, unwavering
trying to be but nothing, a mode of nothing but just
plain thinking

do you too have this kind of breathing?
tell me why you breathe, then?