Back Home Then After Three Days Of Isolation Poem by RIC BASTASA

nerves
oh, they are like snakes coming out of your skins
oh, anxiety
that grows inside a room where you are alone and cannot sleep

if you do not get out of it
tomorrow another one shall be proclaimed dead by reason of sleep

they will not know what you are going through because your mouth
has molasses
and your tongue has honey
and everything in there tastes
sweet

the words are careful tiptoeing
like dancers
in a ballet show

how can you survive this kind of
denial

three days more and there will be an explosion that
no one hears
no one

bags are packed
the reservation is canceled
trips are
booked backed home
at a very
expensive cost


money does not matter now
you can throw them all in the sky

there is a song in your heart
it is the song of home
and waiting

you have survived those nights
and now the dogs greet you with their wagging tails
but there is more to those
five tails

she sits on your lap
and kisses your ears

this is home she says and it is
welcoming you back

it is like a plant uprooted you see
and now put back on its soil and then again
roots grow and spread like a carpet
in the living room