Assume Poem by RIC BASTASA

assume that things always
wait for you with all stability
these inanimates
if you think clearly has
a lesson for us to tell:

the table no matter
how tired still stands
on its four legs

the chair no matter
how problematic
its life is
still manages to
hold your bottom

the bed no matter
what happens
even if it has some
problems taking
its much needed sleep
still accommodates
your tired body and
makes itself available
for you and your
little darlings

the windows no matter
what the weather is
still clings to the walls
it closes when it rains
and opens when it
gets too hot

the door opens and
closes when someone
from your family arrives
and departs to some
places

they do not ask questions
they perform their duties
and they never complain
until they are finally broken
and then you throw them
away or replace them

i suppose they are more
stable and uncomplaining.

why can't we be like them
less our capacity for feeling?