At A Certain Point Of The Day Poem by RIC BASTASA

there will be no questions
about cold mornings

we accept coldness as a way of life
justifying it with how our parents
decided their own lives,

days are split like wood ready for the fire
wood eating the flames
flames reaching for the blueness of skies
skies dissipating heat and chaos
and chaos disappears
and what you see is another clear
happy day
without the marks of
of hate & anger

at a certain day
there will be no words to be uttered
accepting events as they are
as though they too
have their own
lives....